Smiling at a free radio he sighed "I am Sir Richardson." looking to his rifle "This is a millitry molecular and tittue destryer. It can blow a hole in a wall and act as a bullet. Only 100 were made." Feeling its weight he tiped his hat and held out his hand. "Come sit with us a bit" Smiling a noble smile and winking "We dont bite and I am sure I can pay for the radios in some way"