Leslie and one of her colleagues, Anton Jackson, were finally finishing inventory. Leslie had delayed starting it until Jackson had shown up, right after lunch, but the two of them had barreled through it in two hours. They were finishing the form Fuller wanted from them when Leslie mentioned the girl she had met in the sim room.

"You remember anything about Ahsoka Tano?" she asked him, turning to look in his direction.

Jackson, as the others called him, paused typing on the keyboard and met Leslie's eyes. "That girl from the news? The Jedi Gone something-or-other?"

"Jedi Gone Rogue," she corrected him, rolling her eyes. "But do you remember her?"

"Sure, why?"

Leslie stole a glance out the door to make sure no one else was listening, then leaned in close to whisper to Jackson. "She's applying for Frand's workbench."

"Shut up," he admonished her. "For real?"

"She's working the sim right now!"

"No way," he said, and he abandoned his form in favor of seeking out the Togruta. He and Leslie stole quietly to the sim room, where Ahsoka was still working on the hyperdrive (by this time, she hadn't stopped to realize how long she had been working).

"She started at, like 8 this morning," she explained. "I went in there to give her a glass of water before she started, but she hasn't left all morning. I didn't even see her take a lunch break."

"Well maybe she doesn't eat lunch," Jackson whispered, peeking through the window in the door. Ahsoka had her back turned to them, so all they saw was her back, her montrals and a lekku. "She's a Jedi, maybe they don't need food."

Leslie smacked him. "Don't be ridiculous, Jedi eat food."

"Maybe Togruta don't, then. Or maybe just Jedi Togruta."

"She probably just ate when no one was looking. Besides, she's not technically a Jedi anymore. Come on, before she sees us spying!"

"Hang on, I want to watch her for a bit."

Leslie groaned before responding. "As long as Fuller doesn't catch us."

Jackson pressed his nose against the glass, trying to see if there was anything interesting or different about the ex-Jedi, but it was hard to tell when Ahsoka was facing the other direction.

Leslie piped up from his shoulder. "Do you think she can use the Force still? She didn't when I went in and talked to her."

A thought occurred to Jackson, and he started scurrying back to their office, where they had left their inventory forms. "Do you think when Jedi leave the Order, that they lose their power?"

Her eyes widened, and she looked back behind them. "I hope not, I want to see her lift something with her mind. Preferably Granger."

Jackson laughed, imagining Granger, one of the mechanics, floating in the air, flailing his arms and screaming. He had a 'thing' about heights, but he always denied it.

They returned to their desks and resumed the inventory while also keeping up their conversation about Ahsoka. A few minutes later, Mr. Fuller walked in through the door and knocked. Leslie and Jackson fell silent and looked at their employer.

"How's that form coming?"

"Almost done," Jackson reported, as he was the one who was typing in the information, and Leslie was just reading it off. "Just formatting it now. Five minutes, maybe."

"Good, because we need to find room for those shipments coming in soon." Fuller walked over next to Jackson and skimmed over the screen, although he trusted him. Jackson normally did the best with paperwork.

He turned to Leslie. "Oura just called in, said she didn't finish next week's preorders before we closed last night. She's not coming in so unless you want to deal with it on Monday, you might want to do it now, Drega."

Leslie groaned and leaned back in her chair. "Of course she didn't. I'll do it."

"Tyme came in earlier, you can ask him to do it with you." He started back for the door. "By the way, chances are, we have our missing bench filled now if you care."

"You're hiring her?" Jackson blurted out, and Fuller eyed him suspiciously. "Just...wondering."

"I'm offering," he said with a raised eyebrow and closed the door behind him as he left.

No sooner than he did than the two rolled their chairs over to Leslie's desk and she logged onto the simulation system to see Ahsoka's results. It took a minute to load, but her profile was right at the top.

Leslie opened it and started scrolling through her times and output values. Her and Jackson's eyes continued to grow wider the farther down they went.

"Did she seriously do all of the simulations?" Jackson wondered, and Leslie nodded.

"Look at this," she clicked on the blaster trail, and her results, along with all of the others over the past ten years, were ranked on the screen. "She's faster than everyone else's first try, and she...how did she increase the firing speed?"

"Don't ask me, I didn't do it!"

They went back to her profile. "How did she do all of this in six hours? No wonder Fuller's giving her a job."

Jackson pointed to the screen. "There, look."

Ahsoka's hyperdrive trial filled the screen. Her time beat everyone else's, even Frand's, who had held the record for time on hyperdrives ever since he started working for Fuller.

"How in the bloody...?" Jackson trailed off.

"Well it makes sense, she's probably done all of this before, out on her missions as a Jedi. Do you think she used her powers to go faster?"

"I think she's a witch."

Leslie jabbed Jackson in the ribs and pushed his chair away from her desk.

Ahsoka didn't really know what to do now that she was done, so she decided to wait around in the room with the simulator. There wasn't much else in there, besides the tools she had worked with, and some spare parts, but it had plenty of floor space. Maybe she could meditate, for the first time since she had killed Sideous.

No, she thought. Better not risk it. Someone could come in at any moment.

She decided to stay where she was, but she reached out through the Force and felt for who else was in the building. She looked for Mr. Fuller first, who was alone, probably in his office. Leslie was with someone else, probably another worker that Ahsoka hadn't met yet. From their conversation earlier, she had guessed that Leslie was a clerk, not a mechanic, and Mr. Fuller had said there were four clerks. That must be another one of them, and a third was also in the back somewhere.

Who else was here? She had noticed, barely, that the noise from deeper in the shop had gotten louder since this morning, so it would be safe to assume that more than four mechanics were working right now. She counted all of the presences she felt coming from the direction of the sound and counted six. One was missing, then.

Ahsoka didn't sense anyone else in the store, which was appropriate if the store was closed to the public. She wondered how much business this place got. Probably plenty, since there were seven mechanics and Ahsoka was applying to be the eighth. Hopefully, it would keep her busy.

At that moment, Mr. Fuller walked into the room. Ahsoka stood up and grabbed her bag.

"Mind if you follow me to my office?" Mr. Fuller asked, and Ahsoka nodded, trailing him through a maze of halls she tried to remember. She sat in the chair in front of this office (it wasn't a bad chair) and set her bag at her feet. Mr. Fuller sank into his own before turning his computer screen to face the Togruta.

"Your results are some of the best I've seen in years," he commended her. "I don't know if you used some kind of magic or whatnot, but you did well. If you want this job, I'm willing to give it to you."

Internally, Ahsoka rejoiced. She hadn't expected the day to go so well, but she wasn't about to show it. "Is there anything else I need to do before I can start?"

"A few things, just so I can register you with the government," he told her, turning the screen back to him. "Can you spell out your name for me, just so I don't screw it up?"

Ahsoka obliged, going slowly so he wouldn't miss a letter.

"While we're on the subject," Mr. Fuller mentioned, "I normally call people by their last name if that's all right by you."

Nodding, Ahsoka hid a grin. "I'm used to it."

"I figured you would be. What's your birthday?"

Ahsoka froze. "My what?"

Fuller looked over at her, confused. "When were you born?"

"Oh," she racked her mind for the answer. "Almost eighteen years ago."

"Sure, but what was the actual date?"

She scrambled to pull her ID tag out of her boot, where she kept it out of habit, but it was no good. Jedi identification tags didn't list the actual date of birth, just how old the Jedi was. Ahsoka hadn't replaced her tag with a civilian tag yet.

"I don't know, sir."

Fuller looked on in amazement at the orange girl in front of him. They don't even know their birthday? What do they teach those kids on the surface?

"Do you have a guess?"

Ahsoka shrugged her shoulders. "About three-ish weeks from now. Is it important?"

Fuller typed in the approximate date into the blank before eyeing the Togruta. "You might want to find that out. If you want to register for things out here, you're gonna need that stuff, Tano."

Ahsoka nodded. "Anything else I should ask for when I go to look for it?"

"Probably, but I couldn't tell ya." He turned back to his computer. "I'd just ask for a full ID report if I were you. Address?"

"308 Brush Street in Sector 7, Level 22."

"How'd you buy a house without your birth date?"

Ahsoka lowered her voice. She might be good at repairing things, but she sucked at this stuff. "A friend of mine helped set it up once I came back to Coruscant."

Fuller nodded. He had heard this before from other employees. "You might talk to that friend, then. Ask them to show you the ropes."

Except she's a bounty hunter, she complained in her mind, but only nodded on the outside.

They filled out the rest of Ahsoka's profile, as much as they could with what Ahsoka knew about herself. He explained some of the working conditions, along with the terms of the contract she would sign later. In the end, Fuller leaned back in his chair and rested his eyes on the teenager.

"Well, I'll send in what we've got, but the background check might take a while to process, especially with your history. I'll give you a call when you can start working."

"Thank you, Mr. Fuller," Ahsoka said, but he waved her off.

"Call me Fuller, Tano."

She nodded, then stood up to leave.

"If you want, you can go down to the shop and see what it's like. Just try not to touch any of the products yet, until the feds clear you."

"I understand," Ahsoka said. "Thank you, again."

"Welcome aboard, Tano."

She smiled and walked out of the room, but slowly, so she wouldn't accidentally run into the two people she had sensed eavesdropping behind the door. Ahsoka gave them enough time to escape down the hall before sliding the door open and pretending like she couldn't figure out which way she ought to go.

Walking tentatively down towards the sound of the workshop, she heard footsteps approach behind her. She waited until the two behind her spoke before turning around, though.

"Are you headed to the shop?" A female voice asked. Leslie.

Ahsoka turned. "I just wanted to see what it was like. Is it this way?" She pointed behind her and looked for an answer.

"Yeah. Here, we'll walk you down. This is Jackson, by the way," she introduced the male human standing next to her.

"I'm one of the clerks," he explained shaking Ahsoka's hand. "It's nice to meet you...do you go by Tano, or...?"

"Tano is fine," Ahsoka answered, somewhat glad that they stuck to last names down here. She didn't know why but for some reason, she felt like she hid more of her past if she hid more of her name.

"Les and I can give you a tour, help show you around. The workshop is this way, and we'll point out a few other things, too, if that's all right."

Ahsoka nodded and smiled. "Lead the way."