Anakin Skywalker was trying very, very hard to restrain himself. He didn't care if anyone was noticing his efforts to do so. Drawing attention to it would only waste time, annoy him further, and make it that much harder to control. The dragon was loose from its cage, snarling and snapping just under the coating of his skin. His thread of self-control was thin - very thin - and he was biting back rage with every word that left his lips.
This was no time to be paying attention to the so-called "rules of the road". Anakin used the Force to predict actions of the drivers around him, his foot firmply planted on the gas pedal, not letting up. The speed of the car was vicious on the city streets, but far too tame for Anakin's tastes. He would have given his left arm for a pod racer right then.
Anakin looked over the lobby, ignoring the signs of distruction, and his eyes fell on Mantis, boring into the telepath in silent demand of an explanation.