"So you go by your serial number, I'm guessing?" the woman asked. "Because there's no way that BB-8 is an actual name." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I guess we can start by checking the phone book for this Mr. Dameron guy. If you don't happen to know his phone number or email address, I don't know how else-"
Her sentence was cut off as her jaw dropped. The little robot was somehow showing her a 3-D image of his master, projected from some sort of...holo-something-or-other. It was definitely not the sort of technology she was used to. Then again, she probably should have stopped being surprised by this point.
"Dude, are you even from this planet?" she muttered, as she stepped closer to get a good look at the holographic image.
Her sentence was cut off as her jaw dropped. The little robot was somehow showing her a 3-D image of his master, projected from some sort of...holo-something-or-other. It was definitely not the sort of technology she was used to. Then again, she probably should have stopped being surprised by this point.
"Dude, are you even from this planet?" she muttered, as she stepped closer to get a good look at the holographic image.