Gideon, after sparing a glance at the newcomer, turned back to Max to place his order.

"Sure, I'll take whatever decent meat you got along with a pint when you get the chance. I'm not in a rush."

Having said that, he reached into his coat pocket for his wallet, he flipped through the set of crisp and clean Deutschmarks within it. Gideon kept a fair amount of cash on him, his business was scavenging, and selling said product often necessitated making change, handing out generous bribes, and covering various expenses. Though he was not stupid enough to go waving around his cash asking for bandits to try and rob him, people who knew him knew that he had money. It was why he was even in The Zone, after all.

Gideon counted out three notes of 200 and slid them in front of him at the bar. He payed well for good food, and liked to pay his tabs ahead of time, and if Max found the amount inadequate, he'd let him know anyway. In the meantime, he glanced around the parlour while on his stool, quietly waiting and idly watching nothing in particular as he waited for his "brunch".