*The man worked on the new/old droid for about fifteen minutes, managing to polish the astromech until all of the dust was removed. Not exactly shining... but clean. He stood up straight and stretched out his back, which was burning from the hunched over position he had been working in. Stupid droid.
He ran over the facts that he knew about the little astromech. His seller had told him that the droid went by the designation CDPO-2127, but that the previous owner had just called is CDPO or C, and that it was an R2 series astromech droid. Apparently there was something wrong with his controls, and could only go backwards and forwards... Maybe his wheels or hinges needed fixing? That would be a cheap fix if no one bought it within the next week or so. Oh, and there was something wrong with the droid's mainframe... or control panels? The man wasn't exactly an expert on technology, especially more advanced types.
The man rubbed his head and turned to look out the window. There was one of those Thénardier children out there... with several serious looking guards. The girl seemed to be interested with something in his store. He gave her a weak smile, with his gaze flicking between the odd looking girl and her guards.
[member="Yvette Thénardier"]