Theo was finishing a couple adjustments to the landing struts. After Darius' attempt to 'help' fix the same mistake that the Mando had broken in the first place, he just wasn't pleased with them. After almost every trip he found himself making tiny changes here and there. His padd chimed and he looked down at it, saw it was from Darius and wondered why he'd be sending messages instead of just coming outside.
After wiping his hands he opened up the message and found it was just a garble of symbols. He squinted at it and tried to force it to make sense, "He have a stroke while writing this?" Theo set it down again and tried to resume his work but after only a few seconds he picked the padd up again and went inside the ship in search of his friend.
"Hey, Darius. Bucket-head."
Darius's rested his head in his hands, brain throbbing as he tried to force the symbols on the datapad to make sense. "Dank Ferrik!" he shouted and shoved the datapad away. "First I'm scaley, now everything's all scrambled! When I find out who's been laying all these serums around, I'm stringing them up for the tusken raiders to find!"
With his frustration vented, he looked up as he was called, and almost sagged with relief. "Oh, good you got my mess..." he stopped and tilted his head, squinting at the pilot through his helmet. "Were your eyes always that color?"
