Piotr smiled at the boy's response. It wasn't a giddy smile though, but rather one that seemed to accompany a memory or longing. For the briefest of moments, he was back home on the farm, his sister Illyana obstinately insisting that her make-believe friend was real, much to his 'much wiser' eight-year-old insistence to the contrary.
"I am sorry, little one," he finally said. "To you too," he offered toward the droid, not because he actually believed it was a sentient being, but because Anakin believed it was, and he didn't want an angry youngster screaming down the halls.
"My name is Piotr. I believe that I am new to this place, wherever it may be." His tone was more like Anakin was a little adult now than it had been at first. Children grew up quickly in Russia, and Piotr saw no reason to assume that this one here wasn't the same.