Rahne shrieked again, loudly. She clapped her hands over her mouth, then reassessed the situation and used them to cover her eyes. She was blushing all over, and probably looked like she had third degree sunburns. Her brain wasn't working at all. She had no idea how they were going to get out of here.
"I dinnae touch ye, or the tablecloth!" Eyes tightly shut. Then she realized that her senses seemed extraordinarily dull. She tried to shift into her wolfy form--though that would probably be uncomfortable for them both, since that form was bigger and Anakin would have suddenly had a furry body pressing against his legs.. But nothing happened.