Once Tir finished her dinner, she made her way out of the diner and set off at a leisurely pace towards the nearest junk dealer. It had been interesting to meet another of her own kind after such a long time, particularly one that was not either a businessperson or an assassin. Both of those were common occupations for her species, as they both required a particular type of ruthlessness that came naturally to her kind. Admittedly, her own profession was not far removed from the life of an assassin, but she liked to think that there was much more to herself than just being a simple bounty hunter. As for Dyno, if the views he expressed on his radio program were honest, he might be someone she could trust. 

Tir had to spend an hour or so scrounging around between different merchants and junk dealers before she could find a datapad with a compatible screen to her own. It was broken and would not power on, but hopefully, all she really needed was that single part. A broken datapad was not an expensive purchase, so it would not be a great loss if it did not work. After she had what she needed, she made her way back to her speeder, or rather, the speeder she had been using for the past few hours. Strictly speaking, it was not actually hers, but rather that of the Pure she had just killed. It was not as if there were any authorities in 3030 to care about proper registration, so she reasoned she could use it for a while. Even so, she did not fly it back directly to her apartment, instead finding somewhere secluded to land and lock the vehicle about twenty minutes away, by foot. She did not want to risk bringing it too close to her home until she had a chance to check it over for tracking software or equipment. 

Tir’s apartment was three floors up from the building’s entrance, and at least in layout, was identical to any of the other living spaces around her. It was small, with but a single room and a refresher, and structurally, was just as run-down as the rest of the building. It’s lights had a tendency to flicker and dim from the building’s somewhat faulty wiring, and the one in the refresher had not worked at all until she had taken it upon herself to fix it. The walls and floor were stained from previous tenants, and her window would not quite close all the way by itself. Her income would actually allow her to rent a higher quality apartment, but she was not someone who wanted to spend her credits on something she did not need. 

In contrast to the structure itself, all of Tir’s belongings within the apartment were clean and neatly organized. She had arranged her furniture to give her as much floor space as the small room would allow, and there was scarcely a hint of dirt or grime other than what was stained into the walls. Most of her belongings were organized neatly into labeled containers, though the labels were written in the Tiss’shar language as opposed to Basic. 

As soon as Tir stepped into the room and locked the door behind her, she removed her belts and pouches and neatly hung them up on the wall. The only exception was her bandolier, which also served as the sheathe for her sword. For it, she propped it up against the side of her couch, so as to be able to keep it close at hand in an emergency. Once settled, Tir took both datapads and set them down on the floor in the empty space in the center of the room, grabbed a few of her tools from one of the containers, then sat down to begin her work of disassembling them.