"It looks like he's functioning," she answers, closing up the pack again and returning it to her back. "Let's go find out."
With the bottle between her hands, she can no longer hold the girls, but she makes sure they're keeping pace with her as they make their way across the room. The droid's head lifts at their approach, their blue-lit eyes seeming to lock on Hera.
"Selling?" comes her voice, in Basic, somehow sounding clipped for a droid.
Hera comes to a stop in front of the booth, and lifts the bottle so that the droid can read the label. "That's right," she says.
The droid's head snaps down to the bottle, and the clipped voice recites, "Andoan, Namantee, bottled 87 cycles ago, medium-sized vintage known for its supple tar flavors."
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With the bottle between her hands, she can no longer hold the girls, but she makes sure they're keeping pace with her as they make their way across the room. The droid's head lifts at their approach, their blue-lit eyes seeming to lock on Hera.
"Selling?" comes her voice, in Basic, somehow sounding clipped for a droid.
Hera comes to a stop in front of the booth, and lifts the bottle so that the droid can read the label. "That's right," she says.
The droid's head snaps down to the bottle, and the clipped voice recites, "Andoan, Namantee, bottled 87 cycles ago, medium-sized vintage known for its supple tar flavors."