Anakin stays silent for a second, a little baffled at the whole scene, before he notices Mace about to leave and kicks on his feet. “I—sir, I know you said not to protest but—”
“But you’re about to protest?” Mace doesn’t even look at him from his notes.
Anakin swallows the need to glare. “Are you sure this is wise?” Windu blinks at him, not following. “I— I have anger issues,” he says, getting closer to him so they don’t hear him while they bicker about where to start on the map Mace just provided for them.
“I know. I read your file,” Mace informs him, with no real emotion in his tone.
Alright, that does make him scowl a little. “Ok. So, you pair me up with the most frustrating people at the center?” Anakin asks him. “We’ve been here for an hour and half and they make me feel like I wanna punch a wall. I even tried to be friendly but I feel like they're more interested in pissing each other off than seeing this service through.”
“Listen, Skywalker. I promise you, this isn’t a personal campaign against you. By no means am I trying to put you in a dangerous spot— the matter of the fact is… You came in last. I have no other people to put you with,” Mace explains, his face is stoic and serious but something in Anakin tells him he’s being honest. He looks over Anakin’s shoulder. “Kenobi is one of the best guys I got this trimester. He’s quiet, polite, minds his business. I’m sure you will have no problems with him. As for Miss Naberrie, she’s only been having a hard time understanding she’s expected to commit to her assignments, and come in on time. But other than that, she’s also a fairly well-balanced young lady,” he says. He widens his eyes as he adds, “I have no idea why they get on each other’s nerves but I also don’t get paid to care. So long as you don’t get between their crossfire, you should be fine. Just do what I do, and ignore them.”