Kenneth looked at the ranger's weak counteroffer. He cocked his head slightly to the side for a moment before bursting out in laugther. "Oh... that's rich. You think I'm passing up an oppurtunity to get the choice bits from a trader's inventory for some misguided PR stunt? Listen here missy, if the people of the wasteland wanted the brotherhood then we wouldn't be standing here being covert about what we're doing now would we?" Kenneth honestly wondered how this broad had survived the wasteland up until now, much less become an NCR ranger. "I'm taking the best stuff and the weaklings in the settlements can have the scraps I pass up. If you don't like it tell me with bullets, not hollow idealism." His stance had subtly shifted. His laser gun hovered between rebecca and the trader. His free hand had also stopped searching through the dolyak's pack and was held ready to pull his gun into a firing stance at a moment's notice.

"So tell me... are you gonna shut up or are we gonna have a problem?"