Marco patiently waited, sipping the tea as he watched Giggles chortle. He took another hit from the cigarette. While the ginger laughed, Marco took out a cloth and wiped the tea off of the rifle. Likewise, he didn't bat an eye as he watched Giggles take a gun from the shelf. Not like he was going to sell it anyways. He felt very, very relaxed, and he had slumped in the couch.

[color=00a651]"Do I have to hide in a crate of fish?"[/color] He asked, taking a third slice of cake. He was really, really, really hungry. He looked up, fixing Giggles's eyes with his own green ones. [color=00a651]"I'll cut you a deal."[/color] He said, getting up. [color=00a651]"If you can get me off Frixion, you can have all the weapons you can carry."[/color] He said, glancing out the window. He noticed the man with the dog from the bar outside. Huh. Small world.

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"That's a pretty big 'if,' though. We need a ship, and even if we do get one, we also need to find a way not to get shot out of the sky."[/color] He said.