Who? Tahiri and Anakin! What? Reunion! Where? Internet cafe, and then elsewhere~ When? Not terribly long after her arrival Rating? Pfft, not high.
Tahiri was looking forward to her reunion with Anakin. She was already ecstatic just from having been able to sense him alive and well, and hearing from the others that he was okay - even more once she’d gotten to actually talk to him. He wasn’t dead - and whether this was a dream or not didn’t actually matter at the moment, because if it was she was going to enjoy it while it lasted, and it if wasn’t, well, it wasn’t going to end anytime soon, probably, so that was fine.
The people in this cafe full of computers kept giving her weird looks, and Tahiri had a feeling that even though she’d tried, she hadn’t managed to clean herself up as well as she’d thought. It wasn’t like she could do a whole lot with the little sink in the refresher this place had, though, but she’d gotten most of the blood off, at least - most of it hadn’t even been hers, anyway. It probably had to do with the awkward and (okay, yes, painful, but it wasn’t too serious, she would be able to handle it) way her arm looked. Definitely broken. But she couldn’t really set it, here, and probably not by herself, unless she wanted it to heal crooked, but the Shapers hadn’t changed her enough to make modifying or deforming her body on her to-do list. So she’d taken to making them all think she wasn’t there, making them selectively just.... not notice her, every time she noticed a stray glance.
She sensed Anakin getting closer before she saw him, and closed down the computer she’d tricked her way into getting to use. It was a little primitive, but it did the job, so she was all right with that. She headed outside to meet him, waiting out front until she saw him approaching - then offering a grin and practically launching herself at him for a tight hug as soon as he was in reach.
That lasted a moment, and then she drew back and punched him hard in the arm. “Don’t you dare die on me again, got it?” For all that the words sounded kind of lighthearted, the tone that carried them was definitely not - it was a little shaky, with all the emotions she wasn’t going to let out right here, in public, in front of whoever might have been looking in their direction.