"Is there anything else you'd like to prioritize?"

"I don't really have any priorities besides making the dreamshard safe. Likely, I will keep donating things until we decide what is the best thing to do next."

"All right. If you come up with anything, you can let us know."

"We will. Don't worry."

"All right."

A few days later it's time for the trip to town.

Felix and Trevor go along in the shuttle.

The town's too small to have anything even close to a spaceport; Daisy parks it on the edge of the speeder lot instead. The attendant is already staring, and does a double-take when she steps into view.

Do the two of them call attention as well?

In that when the attendant sees them he stares open-mouthed and then takes off at a dead run, yes.

Daisy sighs. "That's going to complicate things. He thinks Dusk came with us."

"What are the practical implications? Besides people being scared of us?"

"They might close down some of the places we wanted to go. I can get them reopened, probably, but it's going to take some legwork."

"Wouldn't that just annoy a Sith?"

"Lots of things will annoy a Sith. The safest thing to do is just not be around one. And she encourages that, for them; it gives them the best chance of staying alive until she gets here to deal with it, if there's trouble."

"Well, presumably we will get everything we need and stop bothering them soon enough."

"Yup." She peeks into the attendant's shack; it's empty. "Pay on the way out, I guess. Let's try the bank first, that'll be the most inconvenient to deal with if it's closed when we get there."

They follow.

The bank is still open; it doesn't look like word has gotten to them yet. Daisy asks to cash out Dusk's accounts; the teller goes to check with her manager.

"It'll be fine; droids aren't usually allowed to handle money, but they make an exception for me."

"Really? People never send droids on errands that involves paying money?"

"Not often. It's not a law or anything, it's just not done, especially for anything serious."

Trevor shakes his head in disapproval. They wait.

The teller comes back, double-checks that Daisy wants to close the account, and gives her a plastic disc, which she carefully maneuvers into a reader on her chest. "-and the other one, we're moving away."

"Oh. All right."

"Thank you."

The teller produces another disc; this one is satisfactory.

They try to be unobtrusive.

They're getting some nervous looks, from the other tellers and patrons both, but nothing worse than that.

"All right. Droids, next. I hope he's still there..." She leads them a few blocks away, to a pawn shop with a droid out front that's less humanoid than Daisy but more than the short rolling ones they've seen.

"Nine?"

"Hello, Daisy." His voice is more robotic, too.

"Oh, good. Nine, these are Felix and Trevor."

"Hello, Nine. ...How are you?"

What exactly one is supposed to say to a person that they wish to buy?

"...I'm fine, sir."