Anakin sits a little more heavily than he'd be willing to admit to and settles in to watch Obi-Wan deal with disposing of the mangled probe. He can't quite help flexing the fingers of his hand as he takes in its appearance and thinks about how it felt in that moment when he refused even the chance of something getting free.

When Obi-Wan's done, he looks up and tilts his head, "does a well-deserved break include a drink?" He pauses. "And something to eat?"

Nevermind that he just ate a little while ago.