Basil flushed deep-red, quickly shaking his head. "We do nothing of the sort!" He then looked back at Jace, and whispered in a panicked tone, "And...and we don't have enough. She doesn't want to trade, and you would have died if I hadn't...I mean, what could it really hurt to let them come along? They only want..." He paused. What if they happened to stumble upon the G.E.C.K. or something related to it, and wanted to keep it for themselves? He was fine with them taking the littler things, even if those things were worth many caps, but he couldn't allow that to fall out of his hands after all this time, work, and pain. Not after Jace almost died. They probably wouldn't even know what it was--they'd just notice that it looked complicated and assume it'd sell for some good money, even if only because someone was curious about it.