[When Han speaks of killing, Padmé immediately tenses, fully prepared to use her combat training to wrestle the gun out of the Coreillian's grip. It's Anakin's questions, the reassuring weight of his hand on her hip that pulls her back to a relative state of reason. Placing a hand on his arm, she tries to draw his attention towards her.]
Anakin. Just come with me, and I'll explain everything.
[She hardly doubts reasoning will work at a time like this, but she's always willing to try.
Her gaze continues to dart toward Han and Leia. Although Leia wasn't threatening with weapons, her words of hatred against Anakin were still fresh in Padmé's memory.]
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Anakin. Just come with me, and I'll explain everything.
[She hardly doubts reasoning will work at a time like this, but she's always willing to try.
Her gaze continues to dart toward Han and Leia. Although Leia wasn't threatening with weapons, her words of hatred against Anakin were still fresh in Padmé's memory.]