"Let's hope not," she says, between kisses. He tastes so sweet... "Just got this new coat and I don't want it to get stained."

"It'd be a real shame," he agrees, "I should keep this shuura away from it, really, the juice could wreck the leather." 

"If you take your hands off me I will bite you."

He snorts, "Alright, alright, no need to get violent..."

She'll show him violence! Which takes up the rest of the trip, probably.

They'll have to stumble out of the car on arrival, before it moves on to some other stop. 

They can do that! Just.

Sharra straightens both their clothes and then — squints her way towards the right hanger.

"I have a good feeling about this," she says, confidently.

He nudges her, "I have mixed feelings about this," is his response. 

"You're just horny," she says, smugly. "Me too, but still. Optimism."

"Sure, let's go with that."

Off they go to hangar two! Optimistically!

Unfortunately for them, their optimism is not rewarded. A trio of mercenaries are waiting in the hangar when they arrive, in a standoff with the crew of the Republic transport which has dropped off the droid. 

The droid is also there, a standard protocol model in appearance, but presumably more in truth.

"And I'm telling you," says the mercenary officer, "We're here to take the delivery to its rightful owner. I have the forms right here, see?" He's showing off a datapad. 

"We were told to expect two humans, a male and a female, at pick up," the twi'lek apparently in charge of the crew says, his arms crossed and expression unimpressed, "I don't see any human females among you, nevermind the other identifiers we were given."

...Atton sets his hands on his holsters, but doesn't draw just yet.

Sigh.

Sharra makes her way over to them casually. "Hey! Sorry we're late. We got in someone else's cab and it took us all the way to the other side of the station and then when we were coming back we got stuck in a weird traffic jam." She stops before them and blinks at the trio of mercs. "This is the right hanger, isn't it?" She tilts her head to the droid. "That is our new droid, I recognise it. Hey there."

"Greetings, mistress," the droid responds obligingly.

"Yeah," the crewman nods, uncurling his lekku and his arms, "You two look about right. Names?" 

"Ryin and Sharra," Atton answers, gesturing from himself to her.

He nods again, "Great. If one of you'll just sign right here..." He steps towards them, offering his own datapad.

"Now hold on a second," the mercenary says, "The documents are in our name, you can't just go around giving away our droid to some random spacers. This is robbery!" He draws his weapon. 

Atton's is already drawn and fired by the time they get their weapon out, and a smoking hole has been blown right through the merc's datapad.

"Oops," he shrugs. 

"Clumsy," she adds and does not move for her own blaster. "Now, likely by now you know who I am. What I am. Am I right?"

The first merc is occupied shaking out his hand, his datapad dropped on the ground, but the two behind him share a nervous look, their blasters wavering. 

"Aw, they're scared of you babe," he smirks at them, "Not that I blame them."

"Understandable, with everything the Jedi are capable of," she says, moving around to face them more directly. "But, I didn't come here to kill you, I came here to right a wrong."

She offers her hand to the twi'lek, so he can pass over the datapad.

He passes it over!

"Huh, didn't know you were a Jedi," he says, leaning back and crossing his arms. He eyes the mercs, "You three gonna keep giving us a hard time, now?"

The lead Merc curses, properly drawing his weapon now, "Fuck you, you're not taking that droid anywhere."

She signs it! And hands it back.

"So this droid is really worth more than your lives? And the lives of all the other people on the station."

He scoffs, "Whatever. You're a kid, probably barely trained. I've worked with Jedi before, you know. Hand it over and we'll let you go on your way." 

Behind him, his backup is sharing increasingly dubious looks. 

"I've worked with Jedi too, you know," Atton comments, eyeing him, "Probably the same type you did, if you catch my drift."