Ashlin beams at the customs man, and then at the stormtrooper, then motions for 'Ubby' to follow as she patters into the starport and looks around at the various businesses.
"We should check departures, I guess," she confides in the droid. "Where do you want to go from here?" She pulls her datapad from its little holster on her jangling utility belt and calls up a galaxy map to see what's close...then pauses and squeals, "Oh! A cantina!"
As if it had suddenly burst out of nowhere.
"We should go have a drink. Lets do that. You can have...oil or something. Come on!"
She darts ahead towards the open door, already brainstorming a variety of interesting drinks to ask for.
"We should check departures, I guess," she confides in the droid. "Where do you want to go from here?" She pulls her datapad from its little holster on her jangling utility belt and calls up a galaxy map to see what's close...then pauses and squeals, "Oh! A cantina!"
As if it had suddenly burst out of nowhere.
"We should go have a drink. Lets do that. You can have...oil or something. Come on!"
She darts ahead towards the open door, already brainstorming a variety of interesting drinks to ask for.