floating in a tin can

"Hi."

Ori Lighthoof's presence is preceded by the click-clack of their hooves on the concrete floor of the used vehicles shop. They're alone for once; their master stayed back at the junkyard, haggling with a new client over the price of junked droids. They've been sent alone to pick up some used vehicles, so trashed they're not worth reselling but which Boze Ampbe will take off the Ginzos' hands for a small fee, because Ori can make use of them. They're full of useful parts that don't work together anymore.

Being around predators always makes Ori a little nervous, but nearly every sentient being in the galaxy evolved from omnivorous predatory species like primates or reptiles; sentient prey species are a minority. So they're scared of everyone. But Ginzo is too jittery to be much of a threat in spite of the teeth, so they're only skittish when they duck their head under the doorway and stand there with their hands in the pockets of their sleeveless overcoat. "Have something for me today?"