"So I can see," Amy chuckled. "But I don't really think you have much time to dicker with us about the price." Whoever this woman was, ad whoever was chasing her wasn't really super-relevant to Amy. What was relevant is that the half-dozen body armored toughs were clearly fucking idiots, to sweep into a merc bar, openly carrying their weapons. All it took is one merc with a bit more booze than sense - very common - or bumping into the wrong, angry guy and then weapons were free. 

The body armor was of a model Amy didn't recognize, but the look of it and the composites she could pick out in it suggested it was effective and expensive. The weapons the toughs carried looked to be of Conrad-Voshnikya make, which didn't surprise her. C&V made sturdy, reliable and rugged weapons that could handle just about any environment and pretty much never broke down. They weren't cheap, but they weren't expensive either, and they had quite a few factories out here in the Marches, taking advantage of the lack of labor or environmental laws, the cheaper raw materials (also extracted without labor or environmental laws) and of course, the steady market for their guns in a place like this.

[i]So they have money to throw around, but they're probably mostly local.[/i] On the rare occastions a government from outside the marches sent soldiers into the Marches, they carried different brands. Unless they were trying to blend in, but then they shouldn't be walking into a merc bar with their weapons on full display, so Amy's analysis was probably correct.

"Two hundred Batavian Dollars, each," The scarred woman Amy had beaten murmured, looking around at the table as she made her suggestion. "Seems fair?" Amy and the others nodded. 

"Or equivalent, in whatever currency you have on hand." Out here, you got used to currency conversions, with money from a dozen major nations and hundreds of piddly little nothings (not to mention various kinds of corporate script), and most mercs especially had a pretty good idea of it offhand, and when they didn't, they could look it up quickly on a device. 

Batavian Mining & Refining Inc. was a pretty common employer out here in this part of the Marches and they had a regional headquarters on Pantontus, making their 'Dollars' a common enough currency to judge value by on planet.