The clone looked at the little droid as it came out of the ship. iIth a bright smile it spoke, “What an interesting specimen of technology.” It said as it inched closer to the droid. Not exactly afraid or anything but intrigued. The real Mastema, standing back at a distance looked to the clone but not the droid as he had no need to look at the droid- for he could see it through the clone’s eyes. He couldn’t do much due to his caution of the subject. “How are you?” th4 clone asked, knowing that the droid had some form of sentience.