Gideon turned his head towards Max as the owner raised his question.

"I'm going out on business tonight, see what opportunities come up. Reminds me, are you in the market for anything as I'm out browsing?"

Gideon was intentionally obscure about his business when people asked him publicly like this. He didn't like people guessing where he was going or what he was up to. It wasn't that he didn't trust Max or his people, he just didn't trust everyone else in the bar. The [i]biergarten[/i] was "neutral ground" for most people so long as they stayed on Max's good side, but that didn't mean that the same people having pints within wouldn't just try and shoot your ass as soon as you got out of sight, or in Gideon's case, possibly try and race ahead to snatch up any finds before he could get to them.

Gideon hated competitors, especially since he was basically a solo operation and there were enough potential hazards with being a scavenger without having to worry about rivals coming around to steal the best stuff right from under your nose or trying to kill you for it.