T'Lora listened carefully to the man's deal. He seemed fairly confident that her new friend would pay up 200 for his wares. She almost choked on her tequila when she let out a laugh mid-drink. [b]"Those ain't wurt two hundo. You 'furbished 'em yurself so yur not coverin' cost of havin' some tech junkie fix 'em up fur you."[/b] She looked at Has'la. [b]"Give 'im one fitty, that's fair."[/b] Satisfied with her response she returned to her glass half full of the fermented juice of desert agave fruit. Liquor was something she discovered on Earth since the castless weren't allowed to have liquor of any kind, instead given the simplest of ales made with very low quality fruits. 

T'Lora honestly couldn't care less about the power cells but she recognized the look he gave her when he walked up to them. Either he knew that she was casteless or he was one of those humans that dislikes foreigners on 'his' planet. Either way she knew that they wouldn't get along from the start. He was clearly good at his craft though, the power cells looked like they were thoroughly taken care of, or she was too drunk already to tell a good cell from a bad one.