[ the sudden sound of a voice gets the mandalorian jumped to his feet, pistol out, trained on the newcomer. for a moment, a long moment, he hesitates because he can't believe what he sees. ]
I.G.?
[ ...no. no, IG-11 was destroyed. this must be another unit of the same model. fear spikes in him. things can take a real bad turn real fast if he doesn't ascertain--
as he contemplates his next move, the child has taken notice of the droid. it makes a happy noise and immediately starts waddling as fast he can toward toward the familiar visage of a friend. the mandalorian panics, gun still up he calls to the child. ]
no subject
I.G.?
[ ...no. no, IG-11 was destroyed. this must be another unit of the same model. fear spikes in him. things can take a real bad turn real fast if he doesn't ascertain--
as he contemplates his next move, the child has taken notice of the droid. it makes a happy noise and immediately starts waddling as fast he can toward toward the familiar visage of a friend. the mandalorian panics, gun still up he calls to the child. ]
No, stop! He's not Eleven!