Jim paused, identifying a strange sensation in the air. Suzie looked slightly perplexed, and he knew that she had felt it as well. Obi-Wan's hand had definitely moved, Jim had seen that for a moment as he uncovered his head; but what did it mean?
Eyes narrowing, a small corner of his brain worked towards a logical conclusion as the majority of it focused on the explosion.
"Worthless animal," Jim grumbled unhappily, stalking towards the hallway. Rubble covered the mouth of the extension, burying his lab.
"I want this cleaned up." Jim growled into his collar, though it came out slightly whiny towards the end, a child complaining to his father about the lack of ice cream in the freezer.
Barely resisting the urge to scream, as it seemed he did so often nowadays, Jim turned around, back to his companions. Ah, there was his solution. The only logical conclusion - Obi-Wan had done something. How curious...