"Fine." Miro grimacing, eyeing the cannon. It certainly wasn't the first time, nor the last he had been in a similar situation. It was never a palatable situation. However, Miro made no effort to fight back. He looked at the boy. It was a natural, defensive reaction. Meant to disuade. And regardless, shots drew attention... and for someone living on a van, bullets would be scarce.

And this was an exact repeat of the same situation he had with his master and surrogate father, Vinnie, some years ago. He scowled significantly as he slowly reached for his pockets, retrieving a wad of cash. "Token of good faith, and my apologies, boy." He added, before tossing it carefully at the boy. He then began to slowly walk backwards. 

"I'll make myself scarce now. Last advice: get a damn shower. You reek." He concluded as he left the other straggler be, walking away in measured steps, slowly turning his back on the still aimed gun. The kid didn't look the type to shoot someone who had no valuables in the back.