[center][i][b]Paradise[/b][/i][/center]
[center][i][b]Nightclub[/b][/i][/center]

For Sirka, it seemed like she just could not get a break today. If the Mandalorian trying to sweet-talk her sister wasn't enough, now there was a droid trying to bother her. "Huh? You malfunctioning? These droids aren't supposed to...wait. No, you're not one of the Paradise's droids. You're not a relic like them. You're something different." 

Sirka flicked out her nose-tongues, though it was of course a wasted effort. For a nose as sharp as hers, droids did certainly have their own unique scent. The kinds of grease in their joints, the types of paint on their plates, anything that could be even slightly volatile could mix into a unique scent. However, for a droid, that scent was entirely divorced from their thoughts. They did not have chemical-driven emotions that she could perceive, and for that reason, Sirka hated dealing with droids. Even if she did not have a problem with droids themselves, the fact that she could not read them nearly as well as an organic made them much more of an unknown to her. 

"Okay, so what's the deal with you? What are you, and what's all the questions for?" Sirka asked. 

Delni too found herself curious about the droid, though she also noted how it was distracting her sister. With a chuckle, she glanced towards the Human, Elias, and spoke more quietly. "Hmm, what kind of luck do you have; it seems this thing is distracting my sister for you? Or is it a friend of yours?"