[An excellent offer for the salvage that the kedan is offering, but he hears a 'twenty juulan' in return that has one eyebrow arch high above the frames of his impressive sunglasses.]
Three. My final offer. It's -- [A cough, a beat.] Used. I see fingerprints. Dirt. A scratch on the screen. That makes it second hand. Practically useless to anyone outside of yours truly. You won't get a better offer.
[Oh, but he tries with 'eleven' as the counteroffer and Tony's ready to offer five for the piece -- a salvaged bit of gadgetry from one of the Foreigners. On old MP3 player, perhaps. Useless without a charge. He'd never consider such a high price back in the States, but supply here is low and demand. Well, he's always been demanding, so he might have to put his wallet where his wants were.
Except then he spies Kirk.
No, scratch that. He spies the tricorder that happens to be escorted about by Kirk and his interest in the used tech dissipates like sobriety under alcohol. Tony moves towards him. Snaps his fingers and points to the tricorder. It's different. It's high tech. And it's obviously a Foreigner's, because the kedan never manage to look that good when emulating the human form. Oh, and he wants it. He wants it, oh... yesterday?]
metal sector | market
[An excellent offer for the salvage that the kedan is offering, but he hears a 'twenty juulan' in return that has one eyebrow arch high above the frames of his impressive sunglasses.]
Three. My final offer. It's -- [A cough, a beat.] Used. I see fingerprints. Dirt. A scratch on the screen. That makes it second hand. Practically useless to anyone outside of yours truly. You won't get a better offer.
[Oh, but he tries with 'eleven' as the counteroffer and Tony's ready to offer five for the piece -- a salvaged bit of gadgetry from one of the Foreigners. On old MP3 player, perhaps. Useless without a charge. He'd never consider such a high price back in the States, but supply here is low and demand. Well, he's always been demanding, so he might have to put his wallet where his wants were.
Except then he spies Kirk.
No, scratch that. He spies the tricorder that happens to be escorted about by Kirk and his interest in the used tech dissipates like sobriety under alcohol. Tony moves towards him. Snaps his fingers and points to the tricorder. It's different. It's high tech. And it's obviously a Foreigner's, because the kedan never manage to look that good when emulating the human form. Oh, and he wants it. He wants it, oh... yesterday?]
You. I'll give you twenty juulan for that doodad.