Anakin walked in, air pods blasting. The more he kept the outside world from distracting him, the better he could focus. He scanned the room, located the food table and made a bee-line. He grabbed a chocolate chip chocolate muffin and stuck it in his mouth and then filled a cup of coffee.

Finally he found picked a seat, noticing the man turn to him. Out of courtesy, he pulled an air pod out so he could listen to him talk.

He dropped the muffin into his prosthetic hand - best Earth science could provide, it looked very robotic even if he had minimal control over it. Sometimes things were only science-fiction-y enough.

"Oh good," he said in contradiction to Rowan's recommendation. "Fuel for my arm."