...Can't discount anything you go through. You're a troublemaker. [He almost grunts roughly as she waves at him with the weird-smelling fruit, turning his head to give her a look.]

Always had a fondness for black markets. At least you know me that well enough. Though I doubt they're going to carry my kind of firearms.

[He half wonders how long he's going to last without access to his supply of shotguns--they were hard to reload and he was better off throwing them to the ground to retrieve and reload later.]