There’s no one in the shop with Daira today, the owner off somewhere or another again, so she hums in time with the movement of the Force-currents around her. She allows herself one final note when she feels a customer approaching, and then rises from her workbench and follows the thread into the front room as the woman enters. 

She looks briefly at the woman, and then closer at the droid she brought in with her, tilting her head thoughtfully at the metal flowers decorating the droid.

“You’ve come about the droid's leg?”

"Mmhmm. She's got a bent darnay drive, can you fit us in today?"

"Should be a quick fix, let me take a look. If it's just the darnay drive I can have that straightened out in half an hour."

"Great, thanks."

She helps Daisy onto the counter, care obvious in every movement, and deftly removes the leg plate.

"Looks like a bent darnay all right, and the wiring's a bit tangled up."

"I've heard it feels a little strange to have me poking around there with your sensors enabled, so I'm gonna turn those off in this leg, okay?" she murmurs to Daisy, reaching for her toolbox.

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."

Daira hums softly to Daisy as she works, closing her eyes and letting the Force guide her hands for the fine detail work. When she picks up a new tool she lets Daisy know what she's going to do with it, warning her when she needs to turn her around to adjust the wires.

She ignores Pradnakt completely, except for the notes she adds to her humming that mark Pradnakt's presence in the Force.

Pradnakt watches, quietly so as not to distract the woman, resisting the urge to send a little ripple of acknowledgement to her.

Daira stands to grab something from a nearby shelf, and turns to Pradnakt when she notices her in the way.

"This'll be a little longer, problems with the wiring, you can go if you like. Should be done in an hour."

She's already moving out of the way as Daira notices her. "I'm all right, thanks."

Daira shrugs, and settles comfortably into her work.

"Who did the flowers?" she asks Daisy a little later while she's examining the darnay drive.

"Pradnakt did - my owner."

"They're lovely."

After a pause, she adds to Pradnakt, "Are you an artist?"

That gets a little grin. "Mmhmm."

Normally Daira would fall silent here, but there's a thread of the Force pulling her on and on and on and there's something here, she can hear it in the Force-song around her.

"Do you have any exhibits in the city? It's..." she waves her hands helplessly at Daisy's decorations, trying to somehow wordlessly convey her confused feelings about the way the flowers fit the droid, seem to have been made for her instead of around her.

"Nah, we don't come in very often. Out in the desert, though, yeah. You could come see it sometime, if you like." And now there's a ripple in the Force - nothing of Sith in it, her control is too good for that, just a demonstration that she, too, is a Force-user.

Daira freezes.

And Pradnakt tenses up, even as her presence in the Force returns to neutral-neutral-neutral. "- I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're - either Sith or Jedi - hiding, for some reason - here." A pause, remembering the way the Force-song had twisted around Prandakt, and her gentle way with the droid. She sinks deeper into the Force around her, trying to understand or looking for comfort, she isn't certain. "What do you want from me?"

She relaxes as it becomes clear that Daira isn't going to attack. "I don't want anything. You've been good to my droid, and it seems like you could use - a friend, or some training. Something."

"You're - a Sith or a Jedi, and I don't want to be either. And I don't think I'm very good at having friends."

"I am," she acknowledges, though she doesn't lower her shield. "But you don't have to be. And," shrug, "I don't know what you need, yet; maybe a friend, maybe not. But it's pretty obvious that there's something."

"Show me," she says abruptly, "tell me that without your shields." 

"All right. Away from the droid, please, I don't want her hurt if you panic."

Daira sets Daisy into what at least looks like a more comfortable position, takes several measured steps away from the counter, and looks steadily at Pradnakt.