Obi-Wan moves to the second closet and opens it up; it doesn't take him long to find not one, but two crates that he recognizes. The larger of the two is definitely a large quantity of liquid bacta, and of no real use to them right now. The smaller one he opens, and pulls out several bacta patches, which he tosses to Jade. Then he's removing the rest of the contents. Once the crate is empty, he stares at it and lets out a hopeful sigh.

"Let's see how lucky we are," he says. He reaches in and runs a finger along the side of the crate's bottom, right up against the wall. "Aha," he intones as his finger supposedly finds what he's looking for. A soft click precedes the faint hiss of pressure being released, and seconds later he's lifting the bottom panel of out the box and putting it aside. He lifts two objects out and tosses one to Anakin.

"I think might need these," he says, brandishing the hilt of his lightsabre. "Though if all we're dealing with is rank-and-file droids, they're usually unintelligent enough to talk circles around."

Which means Anakin needs to confirm without a doubt what the hell it is they're dealing with, pronto.