[i]’Big Guy’?[/i] Gerad thought. [i]Why do humans always think they’re so funny?[/i] Looking up at the human, he holstered his weapons before taking the proffered card. “[color=lawngreen]Therak oz Gerad nil Mizol.[/color]” He replied, keying the comm code into his gear. “[color=lawngreen]Gerad, since you humans tend to shorten everything anyways.[/color]” He rumbled; as he spoke, he began to rummage through the possessions of the dead for anything of value. A few credits here and there, personal doses of a couple of types of narcotics, and a fist full of cheap weapons, all in all a pretty poor showing.

“[color=lawngreen]I have no need to think of it. Truth be told I am very low on credits and repair work only pays so much.[/color]” The credits he pocketed and the narcotics he left in a pile, sure they had value, but it was not something he knew much about and that just made them more hassle than he was willing to deal with. Most of the guns where not worth much of anything either, but a couple at least had some useful bits.

With one such weapon held before him, he set to work dismantling it for components with his tool studded secondary hands, while returning to where Gabriel was standing. “[color=lawngreen]Though I find I must ask you Mr. Phoenix…do [i]all[/i] your bounties get the better of you?[/color]”