Jurgen was sure he could get something out of Eve. He had seen her reflexes, she hadn't even tried, despite his bad throw. So he scrambled for the things he needed, and was just about done assembling things on the kitchen table when the robot returned. She plopped herself down on the couch nearby, and asked what he was looking for. He didn't answer immediately, since he was a bit caught up in his search. To let her know he was working on a reply, he let out a long "Uh" until he had time to formulate a thought. "This!" he announced, having found the last page of the form he needed. It was an entry form of sorts, that could get them into a local fighting ring. That, combined with the small collection of things on the table, would provide them with the start-up they needed to get going.

"You said you were built for combat? What does that mean? How good are you?" the cyborg asked as he looked over the table. He had the papers laid out neatly, and was now sorting through the other things he had collected. Being poor, he was going to have to sell something to get enough money to make a proper bet on a fight. But he didn't really want to, since anything he owned that was worth anything, was worth ten times that in sentimental value. So he stood there and frowned at it all, and then started on the forms. Eve was going to have to provide most of the information for the second part, since that was all about the fighter, but he could get the first half done and delay making a decision for a while.

All too soon, however, the papers were as filled out as he could get them, and he was faced with the same problem once again. How was he going to get enough money to make money? In the end, he knew he'd wind up choosing the most replaceable of the items, and hopefully he'd be able to get it back before it got ruined or sold to someone he couldn't find. He supposed he would just have to hope that Eve was good enough to beat anyone she might face in a back-alley arena. So he scooped up the papers she needed to fill out, and took them over to where she was sitting. "If you could fill these out, that'd be great." he said, offering the android the forms that needed information from her...