The impartial, dry manner of the clerk as he simply went through the motions of his job did not seem that out of the ordinary, Levi thought as he reached for his own wallet. "Cash," He answered as he flipped the leather case open and flicked through the bills slowly, purposefully. The hard part was to come up with a way to not seem suspicious while getting information. From his lack of desire to leave the chair and attempt friendly banter with his customer, this type of guy didn't seem like one to give much information on his own, so perhaps some idle non-local customer curiosity would work. Without making eye contact, studying his bills, he asked, "Does your store get much business? It seems slow."