Jurgen gave Eve a look. She rambled on about running away, and how she totally could, but wasn't going to and then some bullshit about wanting her own bed. He wanted to smack her, but he knew that would only hurt him. Maybe he was reading her tone wrong, but that robot sounded pretty passive-aggressive to him. He did his best to shrug it off, though, not wanting to deal with that sort of thing at the moment. And, just to mess with him, Eve went right back to being helpful, figuring out what she needed to access the 'net for him. That was good, then. They just needed some firepower, and then they could go take on their bounty. And if everything went well, they'd make all kinds of money soon.

So the pair of them headed off to the store. Jurgen led the way with his directions, but spent the whole trip wondering if it wouldn't be easier to get his robot to lead. Just about all of them had some kind of mapping software to let them navigate better, so she probably had a better idea of the area than he did. That being said, he was in charge, and he wanted to lead by example. So he stuck with it, leading them blindly toward the shop. On the way, his android started asking about weapons of her own. "Are you asking me to buy you a knife, or are you asking permission?" the cyborg asked in reply. "Because I'm cool with you getting a knife, hell, buy yourself a couple rocket launchers or whatever. You can have as much firepower as you want, I just probably can't afford the amount of firepower you want." then he shrugged and kept talking, "But I'm feeling hopeful, and I know you're short on cash because I stiffed you because you're a robot, so I'll buy you one weapon. Any weapon you want, as long as it doesn't cost more than the amount of money that I currently have. Unfortunately, I don't know how much that is..." he chuckled and shook his head.

And then, quite suddenly, they were there. "Oh, fuck. That was quick..." Jurgen observed, checking his chronometer. It didn't seem to be as far away as he thought, which was nice. Then he headed inside, wondering if he was going to have to deal with salespeople. It wouldn't be hard to up-sell him, since he really wanted something effective. As much as he wanted something cheap, the fact was, in the weaponry industry, you always got what you payed for...