"In my experience, bizarre is more normal than...well, normal. I've learned to expect it and to worry if I don't encounter it for a while. It tends to follow me." And with good reason. Anakin himself was pretty bizarre, but there was no sense in pointing that out to her now. Information overload was never good. Her younger self had done that to him and he wasn't about to make himself out to be a hypocrite by making her uncomfortable in the same way he complained about.
"On an island. I went there to...clear my head, you could say." His lips pursed, forming a thin line that seemed to say without voicing it that he didn't want to talk about why he'd gone there. Those wounds were still too fresh and he would rather not make himself agitated when he was doing a pretty good job so far of staying calm. "Twenty-three."