Sorry this got long, but had to take you down the path of Anakin.
Anakin really couldn't argue with David. He didn't have anything else to do. And he didn't mind, it was a simple tour after all (though it would be filled with long walks across large hangers). And he could also stop at his work space to drop off his tablet.
"We'll cut through where I work," he explained to Padme, "so I can drop off my work tablet and then we can exit out back where the carts are stationed. It'll make crossing the facilities faster. As long as you stick with me your guest pass should be good."
He guided her through corridors, turns, elevators, and a few covered bridges that crossed into other buildings - it was a surprisingly long walk. But they reached Anakin's work space at last.
The rather large room where his work space was located was unusual itself. The ceiling was high, but lacked any finish that closed off the duct and electrical and cable-workings from view, giving the entire floor the feeling of industrial space. Indeed, metal was bolted straight into the wall, reaching from the floor to above Anakin's head all around the room. And it was easy to see why; the bulletin boards and papers were stuck to the wall by magnets.
It was not an open concept floor, fortunately, though the work stations were situated in pods of four arranged around an open central floor staging area of rolling white boards (though some appeared to be either transparent plastic or made of another material altogether, it was difficult to see from a distance). The work stations were larger than normal business cubical concepts and it was easy to understand why when they stopped at Anakin's station. He had at least five large computer monitors on his desks, rising out of the chaos that could really only be charitably defined as his 'work' station. Could someone really work here?
Upon examination, one would not find any trash, but just... organized chaos. A fair amount of it was indecipherable to someone not familiar with aeronautic engineering. A poster of the Blue Angels on one wall. A poster of a motocross event on the next. Render models of fuselages or wings or noses crowned stacks of pages with the same kinds of equations and graphs he'd shown Padme earlier. Between some paper hills or mountains were more fidget spinners, or other well known fidget devices. This mountain might be separated from another mountains of papers by an exact replica of a foot and a half long model of a military fighter jet, that, if one paid close attention to the array of photographs pinned to the walls of his station, matched the jet in a photograph of a tall and proud and achingly endearingly younger, though still very much an adult, if just so, smiling Anakin in full pilot gear ready to climb the ladder to the cockpit, helmet in hand. And there were a few more telling photographs on that wall. A graduation photograph, Anakin in Air Force formals, seeming even younger than the pilot, standing next to a shorter, older woman who couldn't possibly be anyone else but his mother, and from one corner of that picture hung a small gold cross on a delicate gold chain. The chain and cross almost lost behind other photos, some of those photos contained younger and younger versions of Anakin and the woman; a very few of him older, like now, but not a single one of his mother older than the graduation photo.
He unloaded his tablet and impossibly found a cable on his desk and plugged it in. He had to change some settings on it which gave his companion time to look around if she so desired. But soon enough he was ready.
"Okay, onto the carts. It won't be as long a walk as before. I promise."