A bright, cheerful voice sounds from just behind the stranger in purple. There stands a young woman, only a few inches shorter than he; she's covered in grease stains and wearing coveralls with a teddy bear patch over a painfully bright pink floral shirt. Her smile is brighter still.
"You wouldn't know where I might be able to find parts for a compression block engine, do you? No one in this dump seems to have anything newer than a series 1 repair kit. Useless," she grumbles to herself before seeming to realize there's still a person in front of her.
"Beggin' your pardon. Been a long day and I don't want to head back to my ship without what I'm looking for." (for Dhawan Master from a funky little spaceship mechanic)
"...OHP! I'm....sorry, luv, were you talking to me?"
It's not as though the Master hasn't heard every syllable the young human has spoken; the novelty is that she's speaking to him, with neither suspicion nor malice.
He's never been happier to be a nonentity.
"....Regardless, you've caught my attention, and my interest, whi-CH!"
He snaps his teeth down on the closing consonants, with a curl of the bridge of his nose and a little shudder of glee.
"Is NO easy feat. Know your way about a machine, do you? And in this sector, well--"
He's cut off by the sight of the girl's attire. Another shudder; this time it's not out of pleasure.
"....almost redeems your sense of couture."
He snatches out a hand and tugs on a coverall. Like a suspender strap.
Dark eyes rove the clamorous market, while his smile puts piranhas to shame.
"I'll help you find your engine, if you let me peek around on board. Finding it's not a matter of where, by the way, but when. This place'll finally get a makeover when every merchant literally runs out of antiquated gear to sell."
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