[BB-8 swivels his body around and uses his grabber arm to pick up a few of the dropped food packs, setting them on the edge of the cot in a neat line, chirping softly as each one is carefully aligned with the others.
It was the only thing BB-8 could think to do to help Finn, really. Dammit man, he's a mechanic, not a doctor.
Once the food packs are arranged accordingly, the droid gives a perfunctory nod, satisfied. But his attention doesn't linger on his handiwork, soon replaced upon Finn's question about his carrying capacity. Regardless of Finn's ability to understand the "words," BB-8 beeps inquisitively, asking about it.]
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It was the only thing BB-8 could think to do to help Finn, really. Dammit man, he's a mechanic, not a doctor.
Once the food packs are arranged accordingly, the droid gives a perfunctory nod, satisfied. But his attention doesn't linger on his handiwork, soon replaced upon Finn's question about his carrying capacity. Regardless of Finn's ability to understand the "words," BB-8 beeps inquisitively, asking about it.]