Tahiri -- growling frantic-sounding things in Tusken -- desperately waved a hand at her dresser, sending several tunics and a pair of pants flying across the room at them.

"Really slowly," she added, almost falling out of bed as she scrambled off of Ben (and she'd just worked up the nerve to do some interesting new things) and up to get dressed.

"One, two, six," King was yelling from outside the door.