R2:

Swiveling his head to turn an optic on the human, R2
didn’t let the look or the man’s words distract him from
what he was doing. Too bad he’d already sliced into
the ship and–this thing clanked worse than he did. Now
just to figure out where this organic was taking him.

Be^weeee_wah do_ooo woo^ooooooo do_do^dodo_^do

<<When was the last time you got maintenance on your ship?>>

          ^{noticing that the onscreen display ISN’T how he left it,
          quill taps a few commands into the console to investigate.
          doesn’t take too long before he realizes that the droid has
          already done it’s tampering. slamming his hand against the
          console in vain, he turns back to the R2 unit, half ignoring
          the question.} 

               ^{“ dude, what are you doin’ to my ship?
                  look at the monitor, that wasn’t there
                  before! & this thing just got rebuilt less
                  than a year ago, why’s it matter?! “}