[ She rounds the corner, a pair of technical dactyl bots cupped in the palms of her hands, and nearly drives her knees into the side of de Rolo's head. He surprises her, and his structure mystifies her -- a man so pale, that he reminds her of the Nirai who had monitored her and Jedao at the black cradle. That she finds him doing peculiar things, such as observing the droids as they work, seems more and more part of his repertoire. ]
What has you so transfixed now, de Rolo?
[ She's seen the way he wanders, the way he tries not to rubberneck.
As she asks, she crouches alongside him and sets down the pair of droids she's carried all this way -- having transported them from a minor repair within her capsule quarters to their next repair project. They might not be servitors, or even sentient, but that doesn't mean they might not one day become so. ]
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What has you so transfixed now, de Rolo?
[ She's seen the way he wanders, the way he tries not to rubberneck.
As she asks, she crouches alongside him and sets down the pair of droids she's carried all this way -- having transported them from a minor repair within her capsule quarters to their next repair project. They might not be servitors, or even sentient, but that doesn't mean they might not one day become so. ]