Calling it to him was appreciated, as he floated the rest of the way over to join her, strapping it on over his shoulder. "I think we've both earned pointless and reckless, at this point Ahsoka." She could see now, the slight burn--not bad, but enough to sting as he'd said--on his left shoulder. A few inches to the right and it would've been his face or neck instead.

A step closer, but behind her and out of her way. No objections to reckless here, and no--he wasn't thinking about the door. He was remembering his first instinct that he'd had to quell, once he'd seen her wound. Remembering well how she'd reacted last time, and that it was his problem. His feelings were his own issue, not hers.