"Uh... what can you tell me about yourself?"

"...sir?"

The shopkeeper comes to the door at just that moment. He looks annoyed; Daisy's body language immediately goes submissive. "DZ, are you bothering my droid again?"

"No, sir."

Wow, Trevor already doesn't like this guy. Calm yourself down.

"Excuse me! We are interested in buying some droids."

He looks them up and down. "I have a couple mechs in stock, if you're in the market for those. The security droid's not for sale."

"Tell us more about the things you have for stock and for sale."

He launches into a sales pitch for the astromechs - older models, but they're in good shape, just as good as anything they make these days, and they've got all the latest programming to take care of whatever sort of ship they've got. He'll throw in the restraining bolts for free, too - can't trust a droid without a restraining bolt, he says, looking pointedly at Daisy.

Why not?

A droid with a restraining bolt has to do what you tell it, see. Without one it can just do whatever crazy thing comes into its head. (He gestures at Daisy again.)

(Felix is not exactly fond of this man, but he can hardly blame him for the status quo.)

Well, they know what they want (and restraining bolts is not on the list). Is the seller willing to bargain?

He is entirely willing to sell the astromechs, yes.

Then they will get some new slaves astrometchs.

The astromechs follow docilely, beeping quietly to each other with curiosity about their new owners and their new job.

Daisy's waiting by the register when they get back to the front of the shop. "And - we do want the 9P, sir. We'll pay the replacement cost - a new model from the same line is eighteen thousand; I have that with me."

The shopkeeper looks to the humans, somewhat suspiciously.

"Yes, you heard it. We have the money."

"- all right, then. You know an unrestrained battle droid's illegal anywhere on the planet, right? That crazy Sith thinks she can get away with whatever she wants, but the rest of us have laws."

"We are aware. We are not buying these for her," technically true.

"All right." He rings them up. "I'll go get the reprogrammer, I'll be right back."

As soon as he's gone, Daisy squats to examine the astromechs, quietly asking if all their parts are in working order and if they need any maintenance. "They need a little work, but nothing Dusk can't do," she reports, and then is interrupted by one of them beeping in alarm. "Yes, we're going to be working with her. It's fine, she's nice."

"You have battle damage," the other one points out.

"Yes - it's complicated. She won't hurt you."

Trevor whispers at Daisy. "What can we do about the restraining bolt?"

"She really is nice," Felix reassures.

"Dusk'll be able to get it off. We could too, maybe, but it'll be safer to leave it to her."

The astromech beeps dubiously at Felix.

"Yes, she will. And it's really okay."

"I'll explain when we get back to the ship," Daisy reassures, and then the shopkeeper returns with the reprogrammer. "Do you want anything extra, while I've got it out, or just the change of ownership?"