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[bodhing]

[He boots up the droid, and when it walks, it's shaky, unbalanced, and winds up stumbling into Bodhi's hands.]

It's like these droids were designed for an aesthetic appeal only. [It's a bit confusing, if only because the operation is just so impractical.]

I'll reconfigure it later, then. Where can I get them?

[doandordie]

I think in a fashion they were. They're designed to mimic an organic, and as we've learned, that isn't nearly as efficient for what we make use of them for.

[He watches the droid, and even with its faults, is pleased to see how far Bodhi has come on his own. He sits in front of Bodhi, running his fingers over one of the tools set out.]

There are a few spare boxes of these droids in lock up at work. I'll bring one of them home tomorrow. Do you want an extra hand dismantling any of it?

[Even as he's saying it, though, Cassian is openly admiring his handiwork. The praise he offers isn't an overabundance, just a simple acknowledgement.]

You've done a good job with the repairs to this droid.

[bodhing]

[Bodhi swells with pride, quite pleased with having earned the compliment. He boots down the droid, placing it somewhere safe.]

I do, but maybe not right now. [It's delicate work, and he doesn't trust his hands after a certain level of exhaustion.] I'll let you know when I'm ready.

[doandordie]

[Cassian watches Bodhi put the droid up, reaching over to put a hand on his shoulder and give his shoulder a squeeze.]

I'll be around when you are.

[bodhing]

[Bodhi offers a small smile, a brief flick of his gaze to Cassian, before focusing on the scattered parts around him.]

Thank you, Cassian.