"Here is good. I like here." Anakin waved his hand at the door, which shut itself. It effectively sent the signal "go fix your own damn computer and/or sniff out your own clues with your own nose" to anyone who decided to come looking for either of them. Which, admittedly, didn't happen that often after hours, but there was always a chance.
Anakin struggled for something to say that somehow made everything all right, but nothing came. He wasn't good with words. He was good with action, but there wasn't anything he could do to fix everything either. It was frustrating on a level he couldn't articulate.