A repeated clanging sound from behind her, followed by a screech was what began the work morning for Signy Enkara.

"Hey, calm down over there!" She called, letting out a long sigh and wiping sweat from her brow.

That was a popular phrase in the droid repair shop of the Resistance base. Signy began mumbling to herself, shifting through a box of parts. Of course she couldn't find what she was looking for. Zinc should've been there already, but per usual, he was running late.

"I could hear you yelling all the way down the hall." Came the familiar voice and Signy spun on her heel, narrowing her eyes and shaking a wrench at the tall, black haired boy who'd finally decided to show himself.

"Good. I'm glad." she retorted. "You know I can't do all this at once. I need you here."

"Okay, okay. I just wanted to stop and get a bite to eat."

"You could've done that earlier. Quit sleeping in so late. Are you ignorant? We're kind of at war here. People need these droids fixed and back in action."

Signy turned back to the box of parts.

"That R2 unit is going nuts over there and I can't find the right part. I'm going to let you handle it." she sighed, picking up the heavy box and dropping it in the waiting arms of Zinc.

He grinned. "Everyone's droid decided to misbehave at once, yeah?" he joked.

Signy rolled her eyes, but smiled in return. "I guess so."

Though most of the time she wouldn't admit it, Signy was glad to have the assistance of Zinc. He was smart and though he slacked off at times, he knew how to problem solve just as well as she did.

It was true though, recently it seemed like a lot of bots were out of commission. Perhaps it was due to the growing number of attacks both by and against The First Order. Signy preferred to stay out of the way in that respect. She had many reasons to hate The First Order and they weren't things she liked to discuss either.

Signy rolled up the sleeves of the olive green shirt she wore and grabbed one of the clean rags off the counter on the right side of the shop.

"Come here R2-LE!" she called and the familiar chirps of the astromech droid were heard as he came out from behind some corner of the shop.

"What were you even doing over there?" Signy asked thoughtfully and R2-LE gave a thoughtful whirling noise in return. "Alright, well, just don't knock anything over." she replied, raising her eyebrows skeptically before walking over to meet him and kneeling to wipe some of the grime off the parts of him that were supposed to be silver.

"I leave you alone for 10 minutes and you're a mess." She scolded.

"R2-LE's always a mess." Came Zinc's muffled voice and Signy laughed, continuing to wipe the droid down.

She enjoyed working with the droids. Yes, sometimes they could be a bit sassy, C-3PO certainly was an example of that when he came around for oiling, but most of the time they were more understanding than anyone else and they never asked stupid questions.

A screech erupted again from the R2 unit Zinc was attempting to repair. "Ow!" Zinc yelled, shoving his finger in his mouth. "Stop that!"

Signy gave R2-LE a quick pat and stood again, throwing the rag back on the counter she'd gotten it from and pulling a crate toward one of the BB units in deactivation mode. Her communication programming hadn't been working, according to the owner and Signy figured it was time to start tinkering.

It was nice when the shop was quiet aside from the sound of tools and occasional droid speech. It reminded her of home, or what used to be home. It'd been a while and the base still didn't quite feel like home. Zinc had helped her settle a bit. He'd arrived not long after she had and his skills had been impressive. She knew his family had been killed long ago. Zinc was younger than Signy was, not by a lot, but she was closer in age to how old his sister would've been if she was still alive. Both were happy to have each other's company. The lost have a habit of finding each other.

Signy couldn't imagine working anywhere besides the droid repair center. She often saw workers from the medical ward coming down the halls and she wondered what life was like for them. There were constantly people in and out of that place, whether patients or visitors. She'd worked on some of the malfunctioning medical droids before. A lot of them were difficult to fix, not as easy to fix as the BB or R2 units, but definitely a lot harder to break. A lot of BB and R2 units flew with pilots or were sent alongside rebels on missions. Sometimes those missions did a lot of damage. It was hard enough for Petra to see any droid in distress or disrepair, but any humanoid being? Forget it. She couldn't do it.

Unscrewing a panel of the little droid, Signy peered inside at the wiring. Already she could see the problem. One of the wires was fried. Good thing the owner had gotten her in here as soon as they had. The wire could've easily caught on fire if left for longer.

"Hey Signy could you pass me a-" Zinc's request was cut off by the opening of one of the automatic doors and both turned their gaze toward the door.

Signy instantly rose to her feet, wiping her hands on her pants and throwing a quick glance toward Zinc before pushing her sandy bangs out of her eyes and hurriedly trying to make herself presentable.

"Commander Dameron," she began, offering a smile. She wasn't sure whether to offer her dirty hand for a handshake, but when he reached out for hers, she figured it would be rude if she ignored the gesture.

"Please, call me Poe. Are you Signy Enkara? I was told you were the go-to gal for droid repair." He grinned and his bright eyes gleamed.

He shook her hand firmly, sensing her slight nervousness, or embarrassment, he wasn't sure which, and took a step back.

BB-8 followed closely behind, obviously not expecting the step back and running straight into the back of his leg.

"You see," he began. "BB-8's been having a little trouble with his liquid cable launchers. I'm no droid repair expert and I don't think he wanted me trying to tinker with him anyway." Poe laughed, all white teeth and confidence as he glanced from the girl to the droid behind him.

Signy gave a wobbly smile in return, looking down at the droid herself and crossing her arms across her chest. "Hey BB-8." she greeted and the droid chirped a shy response, peering out from behind the leg of his master.

Signy's eyes rose back to meet Poe's and she gave a quick nod. "Yeah, I'm sure we could find time to take a look at him soon if you're willing to part with him for a little while. I know you probably need him back as soon as possible, we're just a tad backed up at the moment."

A clamoring noise came from the corner of the shop where Zinc was working on the R2 unit and Signy's eyes nearly rolled back inside her head. Of course he had to embarrass both of them when a Starfleet commander was around.

Poe looked over confusedly before spotting the other droid repairman and the flash of white smile crossed his mouth again as he raised a hand in greeting. Zinc did the same, a bit more clumsily, but it was a solid recovery to the loud noises Signy had assumed were him tripping a few moments before.

"Ok BB-8, I'm going to have to leave you for a while. You'll be in capable hands though. I promise." Poe explained, kneeling next to his droid.

The droid's head turned to look at Dane and Petra knew instantly that BB-8 doubted Zinc's competence. He turned back to Poe with a sad beep.

"I know buddy. It'll be fine though. I'll come get you tomorrow."

BB-8 rolled closer to Poe and the commander stood up.

"Thanks for this. I really appreciate it. Keep up the hard work you too." He said with finality, turning and practically strutting out the door.

"'Keep up the hard work.'" Signy repeated once he was gone. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"He likes you." Zinc spit out instantly and Signy looked at him incredulously.

"Well he certainly doesn't like you! The droid doesn't even trust you!" She shot back and moved to sit back down on the crate, leaning her elbows on her knees and putting her head in her hands.

She let her eyes roll toward BB-8, who was still in the place he was before, watching the door Poe Dameron had left through.

"It's ok BB-8. He'll be back soon." she explained and the droid turned to her with another sad beep. "Don't worry, I won't let Zinc touch you."

"Hey! Not ok Signy, not ok!"