Cat nodded, taking note of the stocks the man had and hte deals offered. She wasn't planning on selling everything she could right here and now. Hell no, this man didn't have quiet enough for it all. Instead she was going to make the best trades here she could and try to trade the big things tomorrow at the town proper and maybe even the security office. Hell they would likely do some good trades for the emergency light sticks. THe coal was... well.. a curious deal. Her eyes narrowed as she took a good look into the paper bag. Honestly she didn't have much use in the bat, she had the crowbar for that now. And the coal was useful for more than just burning, getting a few more ingredients she could make primitive gunpowder or black powder as they also called it[color=6ecff6]." Sure, bat for the bag o'black stones, but also that stack of old newspapers."[/color] She replied, trading those over. She'd have to make sure they were better secured later though. Maybe also wrap the paper back into some plastic wrapping or something to preserve the coal dry on top of just keepit it from dirtying her stuff and she had use for the old newspapers.

 [color=6ecff6]"Alright, here's good 7 .308 bullets.[/color]" She stated, lining those up and pointed out at the 18 .223 rounds.[color=6ecff6]" Trades's honestly good enough by itself because the 308 if you've got the right gun could mess some serious shit up even against heavier targets."[/color] They didn't really need the sword in all honestly. Swords weren't really an underground close quarters and narrow corridors type of weapon.

 [color=6ecff6]"Now for the food... I offer this to you for a good deal of those nutrient bricks."[/color] She told him and showed him one of hte spice packages from the MREs. Once upon a time in a era far gone spice was worth it's waight in gold, now it was worth far more than that. Salt and pepper. She was showing him the salt package. Salt was very darn hard to secure nowdays. A buntch of cheap nutrient bricks wasn't nearly quite enough for a fair trade when it came to salt though.[color=6ecff6]" I want the birks and a select choice of the box of smaller bullets."[/color]

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

 Meanwhile as Cat was haggling trades and barter, at their impromptu shelter where Donny was resting at, something and someone was skulking about. A doglike creature was sitting by the boxes they used for cover and a human shadow came over." So I hear there be new guys here, Freshly arrived from beyond the walls. Anybody home?" A childishly female voice called as a young girl, likely in her early to mid teens stood by the canine. She was a rugged lookinmg thing, wearing ruffled and tattered clothing, her hair a short dirty mop, but her eyes were burning with curious flames. She looked like many of the other people living in the gheto here. Physically wise, she looked rather thin, her ribbs almost visibile, but overall in decent enough shape for the style of living.