Bekka nodded once. "Don't worry, Bavish me boy." An odd accent, much like Duff's, finally peaking through. "We'll see what we can see. If it's beneficial for both parties, I'm sure we'll continue our relationship."
A few moments later and they were seeing themselves out, Bekka moving swiftly as her mind raced. To her side, George spoke simply. "You sounded very official. Like Ma."
Her only answer to "That" particular piece of commentary was to speed up more. Intent on returning to the gunship berth.
The salesman couldn't handle it anymore, he really couldn't. This was all madness. "Discounts." He repeated once more before doing what any lower-level employee did in such a situation as this. Kicking it up the chain. "You should. . .talk to my boss, he can . .. get you" he couldn't take his eyes off of Fille or her impressive form. "Get you. Discounts. The colors are ours, the Mayor's, I mean. He's my boss. Uh."
Behind him, the guard seemed to be laughing, his own eyes studiously avoiding anything but Fille's face. And yet, he didn't seem ready to kick them out or force them away. In fact, the big man merely pointed towards fluttering flags, each bearing the distinctive colors of their own stall. "Follow the flags on those poles." He rumbled. "They have access to the warehouse near the center of the market. You want fifty scarves, they can get you some there."
The Salesman nodded with almost pathetic thanks. For her own part, Sera grinned brightly. "Thank you. We'll be sure to mention you when we buy the scarves." A moment later she was heading for the nearest flagpole, following the line of them spread throughout the market. AT the very least, they had a specific direction now.
By the time Duff and Bec got back to the gunship. Bekka and George were already waiting for them. Duff grinned, "Oi, how was the Lion's den? We got da guns."
Bekka nodded to he and his short companion. Walking up to them and shifting her weight to one side, resting on her hip. "We're going to need them. We have a job, hopefully it'll net us some info." And here she paused. "Bec. . that's your name, aye? It's mercenary work, so it's dangerous, and I don't trust these Lion's further than I could throw 'em. But out of the group, you and I know the most about this world. There's a bunk on the gunship for you, if you want it." She offered with a simple smile.
Duff smirked to his fellow mercenary, already guessing Bec's answer, but wanting to hear it from the short man himself.