Anakin wasn't wearing what he arrived in, needless to say. While he had accepted the fact that he was indeed Anakin Skywalker and wasn't Darth Vader, he still couldn't bring himself to don the full Jedi wear yet. Especially since what he'd been brought here in was exactly what he'd been wearing when he'd dueled Obi-Wan on Mustafar, that fateful day when everything in his known world had fallen apart. The only thing he used from it was the belt that housed the lightsaber at his hip, the black leather glove that hid his mechanical hand, and the outer robe that helped him to blend into the shadows when needed. Otherwise, he had a plain white t-shirt on, a pair of blue jeans, and simple black boots.
The hood was down, leaving his head of blonde hair exposed. He turned to her when she spoke, brows knitting together in confusion when she proclaimed that she though she knew the source. And just as he was about to question her, a voice he'd come to find rather irksome sounded from the railing above.
"Oh, what a pity it would be if they got there late. Well, a pity for them. Entertainment for us. And by golly, I even brought popcorn!"
The owner of the voice beamed at him from above and waved, holding a bag of popcorn in the other, offering it to a younger male that Anakin didn't recognize.
"Go away, Q," Anakin told him, blue eyes narrowing. "This isn't the time."
"Poppycock!" Q retorted, snapping his fingers and in a flash, vanishing from above and appearing right in front of the disgruntled Jedi. "It is exactly the time. You see, if you decide to go play on the other side of the tracks again, that makes my job a lot harder."