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He had a couple of things to buy. A few power packs for his blasters, a stun grenade, but that wasn't likely to happen, two medpacs... luckily he had just been paid, and was a couple hundred credits richer. He walked through the busy market, managing to find himself two medpacs to resupply himself, some power packs for his carbine but none for his sidearm. He also needed a new communications module, or someone who could fix it. Verro wandered for half an hour before hearing something. By luck, chance or something else entirely, he heard the chirping of an astromech droid over the sounds of the busy market. The guard wandered towards it, hearing more chirping, then someone talking as if replying to it. He was close now. Though he couldn't make out the words said, or understand the binary that the droid was speaking. If that person owned an astromech droid they were likely a mechanic or pilot, and could probably have a spare communications module. Or they'd have enough mechanical knowledge to fix the one he had, or maybe even the astromech droid could fix it, he reasoned. After a few moments more, Verro glanced around a corner and saw a shorter, darker skinned woman in front of an astrodroid. He blinked for a second, then cleared his throat.
[color=c3be15][b]"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have a spare communications module, or happen to know how to fix one?"[/b][/color] He asked, taking his backpack off to show her the damage.
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Tanda eyed the guard in front of her. She wondered to herself if he had heard the playback audio echo through the alley. Her heart felt like an anchor from anxiousness when she noticed that the Mirialan before her was armed. She felt her body instinctively backtrack towards the metallic wall that was Kay-6’s exterior. Her father had always warned against associating with strangers; too much baggage from the Clone Wars could land her into a kind of trouble she had never prepared for. In the Outer Rim it seemed just as common that a stranger might pull out their blaster on you as greet you. The humming of a busy city eased her; even if only slightly. 

[color=c3be15][b]"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have a spare communications module, or happen to know how to fix one?" [/b][/color]He asked, taking his backpack off to show her the damage.

His plea for help seemed to emboldened her. As if empowered by some sort of pseudo-heroic instinct she swallowed a lump in her throat before straightening herself out.  As she did so she inquisitively snatched the device from the man’s hands.

[color=f7941d][b]“Hmmm,”[/b][/color] she hummed softly to herself as her eyes scanned the frayed wiring. Her small digits, the color of Jedha's sands, found their home in the intricate layout of the module. She carefully traced the metal pieces that were etched out onto the motherboard of the module. She found herself questioning internally how he had managed to damage the device. Given that he carried, to her, what  seemed to be the equivalent of an Imperial dreadnought armory on his person she thought it best not to ask. 

Her eyes returned to his for a moment before carefully darting back down to the communication module in hopes of reprieve from an awkward encounter. [color=f7941d][b]“You roughed this up pretty bad,”[/b][/color] she said before reaching into a compartment that rested on her fanny pack. [color=f7941d][b]“[i]But[/i] I think I can fix it.”[/b][/color] As she spoke her arm retreated from her pouch, and with it a small bottle of what appeared to be an orange glue. 

[color=f7941d][b]“Kay-6 here, is my personal soldering gun.”[/b][/color] Protests rang out from the droid behind Tanda, but the girl waved them off. 

[color=f7941d][b]“I do carry some soft solders around for repairs to Kay, but she’s also protected by a thick metal frame. You’ll probably need something with a bit more tensile strength if it’s being damaged like this frequently. I unfortunately don’t carry those kind of alloys around.”[/b][/color]Tanda sighed to herself before thumbing over the module again. For a moment her eyes extended out past the alleyway to see the bustling city streets. It was likely that a merchant might have what they needed. With that said, given the increasing presence of the Empire it was also just as likely that the somewhat off-putting stranger in front of her wanted to remain discreet. After all, a merchant hadn’t been his first choice in addressing this problem. 

[color=f7941d][b]“I could give this a shot for you, but I can’t promise it’ll be a permanent join.”[/b][/color] Kay-6 matched her owner’s sentiment with an unenthusiastic whirling. 

[color=f7941d][b]“Kay-6, if I’m using a soldering iron on you of course it’s [i]technically[/i] going to burn you, but you were completely fine. Don’t scare our new friend.”[/b] [/color]

She eyed the soldier before her. [color=f7941d][b]“You are a friend aren’t you?”[/b][/color]