His warmth could be felt through the skin of her cold hand as he pressed that kiss against it, and she couldn't help but notice the juxtaposition in her husband. How angry he had been then, going down a path she couldn't follow, until- "I doubt this was the restaurant that-"

Although she paused, brow furrowing. Chancellor Palpatine. It had all been a rouse, a lie, a deception. But Anakin didn't know that, yet, at least. "-that he suggested."

Not unless he had information that went far beyond that of anyone here. Leaning forward slightly, her eyes searched his. "What is the last thing you remember before coming here, Anakin?"