Anakin’s irritation abut the situation is comparably short lived. Of course he is confused when he first stumbled out of his pod. And for a moment he certainly feels cold. The blinding light has him squint for a moment, his cybernetic arm coming up in an attempt to shield his eyes, but the voice...

He barely hears it at all.

“You will pay for this!” the young man all but growls while suddenly charging forward, launching himself at the very first thing he sees. Which can be another person or just a stray chair. Though in case of him attacking random furniture, Anakin at least will quickly resolve to either kicking or throwing it across the room angrily, knowing precisely who to blame: “Obi -Wan!”

Because who else could be responsible for this.