"How'd you mess her up this bad?"

Ahsoka runs her hand over the side of your speeder, examining the shape it's in. You've been coming to her shop for a couple of months now— bringing in various equipment that needs fixing. She's grown to like you over that period of time. As much as she'll let herself like anyone.

But Force. She can't suppress a cringe at the sight of your poor, dinged up speeder.