(Well, yes, of course there are good reasons that humans shouldn't be doing droid work.)

She doesn't like the program music as much as the last offering, and doesn't stay long. She does meet with the theatre group fairly often, not having much else to do yet, and lets them cast her wherever they like; they'll find that she can memorize her lines and any other instructions they give her instantly, and she adapts well to the other actors' changing delivery as they practice, but she can't improvise independently at all.

They ask her if she would like to learn to improvise. 

There are other offerings at the square, jazz and rock and classical. It's fairly eclectic.

She likes most of the music! Classical and jazz more than rock, rock is a little harder for her to relate to, but it's all good.

They can teach her to improvise, sure.

The theatre troupe continues to put on shows. Gradually, she starts to get a few fans. 

"We can tell them you don't sign autographs if you don't want to deal with them," says the stage director.

It's confusing that they'd want her autograph, and she's not clear on what's involved with having one - droids don't sign things - but she doesn't see why she wouldn't be willing.

"It's just a memento that makes the fan feel a little closer to you. Some people don't like the hassle of signing things. Just sign it however you like."

"Yes ma'am."

After the next performance, she goes out with the other actors to sign autographs, producing her designation in crisply perfect Basic. (Deskyl, who comes to all of DZ's opening nights but usually not much else, lurks inconspicupusly nearby.)

None of the fans are a problem. All of them seem quite happy with their signatures.

It's good to see her coming into her own - it's slow, but that's fine, she'll get there. Deskyl, too; she was expecting to need some time after her brush with death, to figure things out again, but the degree to which she's rethinking everything else is a surprise. Or maybe not - it doesn't really make that much sense to be a Sith, here, and much more to just be happy, if she can figure out how. She had an idea of it, once, that the Sith promised on but didn't deliver; this seems like a fine time to try again.