Another Friday, another shift at Stark Industries.
Ben was tweaking some of the coding for his atromech's internal systems between checking for updates from home about Daala's reaction to the explosion of the frigate.
His emails to contacts inside the Jedi Temple had gone unanswered for the last few days, and that worried him.
The shop was open and he was eager for a distraction.
[OOC: Sigh, LJ.
Jaina's conversation is here.]