Keldabe City // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector
Rorwoorr chuckled as Alanna voiced her frustration and her inability to understand him, or remember his name. People continued to come into the shop, it was busy for such a public holiday. He recognised the IG unit, and the Twi'leks face was, familiar. Though he could not place it.
So it isn't only Alanna that has trouble with names. He bowed to the new comers respectfully, and moved away from the counter out of respect for Alanna and the others within the shop, electing to wait until the chipper murder droid returned from whatever errands it was running.
It wasn't long until he heard its aged, but well maintained, servos. He came in and appraised the room. Rorwoorr laughed at the mention of a 'Wookiee, a Tusken and an Inferior droid'. The Old HK unit was correct, there very likely was a joke to be had there. Alanna nudged the droid in his direction, as the Sable focused his photoreceptors on Rorwoorr he stood forward once more.
”Self-satisfaction: I do so enjoy it when I'm right. Rorwoorr, it's been quite a while, what can we do for you?”<It has indeed been many cycles since I've been on Mandalore, but duties call me here once again. I apologise that it does so on a holiday. I was wondering if we could schedule maintenance for my Bee-One pilot droids. They appear to be having some software glitches recently. I can perform ship maintenance but I'm afraid anything non-mechanical is beyond my ability.>