That's gonna be an issue, 'cause I ain't got much to my name at present.

[ What with most things being done by credits these days, and his cash not on his person, either. Also, he expects, probably no good on this ship regardless. He sighs--at the situation, not her--as he draws Peacekeeper from its holster. ]

Naw. Good old-fashioned bullets, accurate as anythin'.

[ He taps his belt, strung with spares. But, hold on a tic. ]

So, sneaking, huh? That your job where you from?

[ And what do bobby pins got to do with it? ]