“No,” Anakin said, shaking his head. “This isn’t a bad time; I’m not that busy-”
The rest of his sentence was cut off by a string of harsh droid warbles, as if R2 was expression offense at being brushed aside for someone else. Anakin snapped his head to look at his blue and white metal companion. “I didn’t mean-”
But he didn’t get a chance to get to an apology. R2 cut the power to the holoimage, backed up on his rollers, swiveled around and rolled for the door. As he passed Obi-Wan he sent the older Jedi a very special twitter and disappeared down the hall.
Anakin was momentarily stunned.
“Nope, as it turns out, I’m not that busy at all.”