"Yep. That'll be your juulan, it's pretty easy. Translates to about... I guess about five credits back home? And what are you doing, I'm obviously buying. Pick something out."

Jim folds his arms (he's wearing his black jacket over his standard issue undershirt, no captain's golds in sight) and raises both eyebrows in a 'well, go on' gesture. The best navigator in the entire fleet didn't come all this way to pay for his own shoes when his captain's standing right there! Excuse you.