Were he not preoccupied with his ship-stealing plan, Anakin might well blink at engaging little mystery. As it is, it doesn't register. "It might be droid-piloted," he says with a little intent frown. "It might be a droid. This is an odd shape. Does it have an atmosphere, or is this some kind of planetarium dome? Is it--"

And at this point his eyes, tracking distractedly over the crowd, snag on red-and-white hair. Some distance away. It's always the hair.

He follows it down to the face and the clothing: all extremely familiar. He promptly turns away from Mayland Long, raises his hand to his mouth, and shouts: "Mr. Blood!"

And then, louder, "Mr. Blood! Hey!"

Before any response comes, he's already heading in that direction in long, purposeful strides.