Eight was walking out of the Loan Office that he'd just delivered someone that was late on their loan to, carrying a nice chunk of change for his troubles.
The droid paused in the street for a moment. This place felt considerably more comfortable to him. The constant low level of danger was exciting, his circuits were aching to spring to life every moment he was here. He may be loath to admit it to others, but he had missed Nar Shaddaa, the blessed hive of scum and villainy that it was.