Dustin can't help but feel a little disappointed. He would've loved to talk to BD-1's creator. He has so many questions, and he's not sure Cal is in a position to answer any of them. But he figures he'll be here for a while, and he figures the droid needs maintenance just like any machine. Maybe whoever takes care of him here knows more, if that person isn't Cal? Maybe BD-1 has a more complex AI than Dustin is giving him credit for, and the droid can answer the questions himself?
He's rocked out of his pondering by Cal demonstrating that BD-1's most familiar form of greeting is by way of fistbump. Dustin barks out a laugh, caught completely off-guard.
"Ok, sure," he grins, changing his palm into a fist. "You might just be the friendliest face I've seen all day, you know that?"
Yes, he's still addressing BD-1. Yes, he also knows that Cal is standing right there. Dustin doesn't seem to care.
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He's rocked out of his pondering by Cal demonstrating that BD-1's most familiar form of greeting is by way of fistbump. Dustin barks out a laugh, caught completely off-guard.
"Ok, sure," he grins, changing his palm into a fist. "You might just be the friendliest face I've seen all day, you know that?"
Yes, he's still addressing BD-1. Yes, he also knows that Cal is standing right there. Dustin doesn't seem to care.