Rory had hoped the common room would tired Vladdie out. She'd been wrong.

"Where're we going? I LIKE OUTSIDE. What's that? Who's this? Am I a tree? I like flying! Why's your hair like that? What's a selp-hentered bastard? Is it the thing you put on your face and talked at? Where are we going? Hi!"

Yes, Vladdie was greeting some rocks. Rory had him firmly by the hand so he would stay on the ground. "I smell friend!" he declared. She raised a brow, and tentatively called out, "Anakin?"