Anakin was torn. On the one hand, staying where he was meant that Rahne was staring at his... stuff. On the other hand, moving meant that everyone else was. Then he realized that, from having had Rahne in his mind for the entire night and especially most recently, his lightsaber, as it were was switched on. That made up his mind quickly.
First he jumped up and covered himself with the bread bowl. The cloth napkins inside started to melt away but the wicker bowl itself was left intact. "Um." He'd had nightmares like this. He'd also had what he would call the opposite of nightmares.
"Why are you naked and where's your dining partner?" demanded the waiter, who'd apparently lost the rock-paper-scissors game on who had to yell at the terrorists. "Why are you so quick to get away from the table?"
Anakin knew what was going to happen before it did, but he was powerless to stop it. The man pulled off the tablecloth, but he wasn't that good at it, so the table fell down as well, leaving Rahne completely without cover.