On board the Endless - Medical Bay

She had been spending a long time adjusting the MedBay, losing track of time. Finally, Adriana stretched her back and looked about, at least the place was relatively cleaner now than before. When she entered, it had looked like a bunch of animals rampaged through. Well, at least I've restored order to it. That's got to be good. She sat down to rest her heels for a moment, and almost immediately was beset by memories of her parents. The model leaps to her feet, smashing her fist angrily into the table.

"Why??? Why can't I forget?!?" She asks no one in particular.

Because it's too soon, too fresh. She sighed, knowing all too well why she'd been keeping herself occupied in one way or another, because the alternative would have been to sit down somewhere dwelling on the past. But her parents had taught her much, among other things, how to move on. They'd always encouraged her to go after the stars, pursue a dream, do something. They trained her to be a person of action and movement. So this is how she dealt with any problem since, with action and movement.

She dared not sit still now, for it would lead to troubled thoughts, which she was not willing to bear. So she left the MedBay and took the turbolift. Heading for the Hangar. She stepped out, humming a tune to herself as she crossed between ships, trying to cause as little obstruction as possible to the people working there. Still, she couldn't help but cause a few to pause in their work and stare at her. Looks like this was going to take some getting used to, for them. A celebrity on board a smuggler's vessel, what a story! It almost made Adriana laugh. Almost.

She was heading for her ship, a pink Maka-Eekai L4000 Transport. If the ship had feelings, it would have been embarrassed by its color scheme and design. It was so...girly. She paused however, to look at a vessel of Corellian design. This must be the Unfair Advantage that belonged to another smuggler captain, named Galdaart Fel. As she pondered the vessel, wondering what became of its captain, she turned around to glance at a droid, of her favorite class. An R2 unit! She loved R2 units, adoring they're cute little design and admiring their versatality. This one though, seemed to be rather busy doing something to itself.

She sauntered over, trying not to look threatening, she kneels down so she can look the droid in the eye. Smilling, she speaks to it, "Hello R2...uhm..." She looks around for the rest of its identification, "..well, R2...You seem eager to get at that...Oh, is that a restraining bolt. Now why would they put that on you, I wonder..."

Why would they indeed. She considered this, there had to be a reason, a good one. But perhaps her love for these little droids overrode her sense, or perhaps she reasoned out that these droids were notorious for developing their own personalities without a routine wiping. While some owners allowed this, not everyone approved and would try to curb this in whatever way was possible for them. Either way, she grabs the brazer first and then holds it just a little distance away, out of reach from the droid. She smiles once more at it, still kneeling.

"Will you talk to me?" She asks, "I wouldn't mind helping you get that bolt of if you can tell me why you're trying to liberate yourself from it in the first place. I promise."

She was glad she understood binary, having had a R2 unit back on Coruscant which frequently served her needs. She leans back and waits to see if the droid would respond.