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Dalton was relieved to hear Xaz was still around, he was one of the few people who understood the mechanics behind his gun and that made him as close to a friend as most people would ever get. As soon as they hit the shopping district Dalton tensed slightly, it wasn't that he wasn't used to people it was just that he had forgotten how many of them congregated in Bostrum. He ducked down a side alley, dragging Strix with him and then proceeded to navigate the back streets without too much of an issue. "I'm after a droid." He hadn't spoken before because it was too noisy on the streets but now he felt that it was too quiet to just lead her around without saying a word. "Something about this big." He gestured with his hands spreading them until they were about the width of his forearm apart and then switched then to show where the top and bottom of the little cube would be. "A side project for the flight. I want to fill a droid with a shed ton of... Do you know what tingers are?" He paused briefly before explaining anyway. "They are little balls that emit a frequency that miners use to navigate asteroid belts, well did, I think they just use collectors now to siphon out the ore now." He took a sharp left then stopped before entering the street. The shop he wanted was on the other side, but an officer was stood by the entrance talking to some tourists. He was content to wait. "Their classified as archaic tech nowadays, a shame really they are quite ingenious in design. But that just means we can get them for cheap." He gave her a wink. "Your probably wondering why I'm telling you about my project, what if I told you, it's possible to re tune the signals the tingers emit? How useful would something like that be to someone in your profession?" He smiled.

Dalton shrugged. "I'm not sure it'll make your job easier, it'd be more of a trump card than anything. An over reliance would lead to some serious issues." He watched the officer walk away and stepped out into the street, he followed the crowd until their was a lull and then switched lanes and made his way back down the street but on the other side to the shop. It wasn't necessary, and she could have probably just jostled through the crowd, but that was a young persons game and he had learned it was better to just go with the flow at times. The shop was just a series of 1's and 0's but a snicker as he opened the door led him to believe it was some sort of joke, one that he wouldn't get without investing either time or energy. The shop was piled high in droid parts, the concept of any sort of system was clearly lost on whoever owned the place. The smell of oil and exhaust fumes filled the air in a thin cloud, a common problem with older models, he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wrapped it around his face. "We're looking for a service droid, preferably something that has internal storage. Give me a shout if you see something." He then took a step to the side and disappeared down a aisle that consisted of old robotic hands.

Dalton had been making the rounds, collecting odds and ends that interested him as he went. He had two robotic hands connected by a chain hung over his neck and several motherboards under one arm, one that he had actively pried out of the back of a droid with a melted face. "Can you hold these?" He made an effort to hand her the electronics in his hands before crouching down to get a better look at the droid."I know what this is." He paused and then looked at her. On the surface it was a good model, he hadn't recognised the make but he had the model. "She was a heavy duty service bot designed for handing out drinks at sports events, the idea being the bigger they were the less likely someone could throw them around. Unfortunately, people, and especially drunk people, are annoyingly good at inventing new ways of breaking droids and instead of throwing them about they tended to trip them up at the top of stairs and send them careening downwards into crowds." Least that's what he and his crew did. He ran his hand down the chassis, took a quick look at the under carriage and then popped the back so he could get a better look at the circuitry. "It's serviceable." He liked it. He walked over to a little speaker, pressed the button and a hologram of a salesman appeared. "The robot and these hands. Oh and those." He pointed to the motherboards. "Thirty five hundred for the lot." He waited a moment for the salesman to respond, pressed his chip to the speaker and within seconds the transaction had gone through. "Lets go." The droid stood and began turning towards the door. "So is it closer to drop her off or should we just head straight for Xaz?" Either way looked like it was going to be slow going.

"Alright, you lead I'll see to this one." Since ownership had been passed to him it was just a simple matter of keying in commands and since he didn't know Xaz's shop's address off the top of his head he settled for the slightly easier 'follow' command. Least it would stop the droid from running into walls, although looking at it, he wondered if they would even slow it down. He opened the door, then stood waiting for the behemoth to trudge by, it wasn't as slow as he had imagined but then again if it had been he would have died of old age before they reached the end of the street. When they were safely back in the alleyways he decided to acknowledge her naming question. "I'm not that good with names." He admitted, and with the exception of his ship, The Afterglow, he rarely named objects as that was recipe for disaster. "How about Gregory? Or Lisa?" He jogged on ahead and moved some bins out of the droids way, not that it mattered as moments after it had passed that point it walked directly into a stack of boxes that sounded like they were filled glass. After that he gave up trying to reduce the noise it made and walked on, intending to get to their destination sooner rather than later. "I'm open to suggestions." He didn't mind too much what they settled on as he was going to have to do a lot of work either way to make it something he could stand to be around.

"As long as you realise that I intend to make the name redundant." He was already ripping it apart in his head, rebuilding it partially and then breaking it back down when he ran out of materials. Perhaps he should have bought some smaller models for parts, but alas his funds were not unlimited and neither was his time. He was considering taking Stutter inside but decided against it when he saw the pair besides the door, he knew his patience wouldn't last long enough to get the tank through the door without leading to manual override and ramming the b*****d thing through the wall. As that would be considerably noisy and likely call every police officer in a five block radius he decided to send Stutter around back and wait in standby mode. He was quite sure nobody would steal it, not unless they had an industrial crane or some high end nano bots and a fetish for junk. Dalton passed by the pair, neither acknowledging that he saw them nor pretending that they were not there, it was a graceful maneuver that if done correctly told people that he too didn't want trouble. Xaz's shop was a little small compared to the other shops on the street, it mainly dealt in 'stuff that people didn't use anymore'. Well, that and aftermarket spaceship parts that put some military hardware to shame and had earned Xaz the protection of a certain organisation. Xaz wasn't behind the counter and Dalton knew what he wanted wasn't out front so he rang the bell. "Digital watch?" He noted the display behind his companion. "They used to be really popular, I bought one for my wife when we first met." He sighed. "Been a courier long?" He preferred the term courier than smuggler in public for obvious reasons, although whether she would confront him on it said more abut her.