[@Hjalti] (sorry for taking so long to reply, I'm writing the OOC for another RP)
The man, presumably Orson, looks up from his magazine, back down again, then back up again, his eyes lighting up. He whistles impressed after eyeing Vor, specifically her bosom and hips.
Yep, this guys a total perv.
Smiling creepily, the man speaks in a strange accent; should she know what it is, she would recognize it as that of a cockney person. "Oi miss! I see you've got some stuff right here... Well, that sure is a lot of stuff. Let me go through this and I'll see how much I can give your for it..." He would then go through all of the bags, declaring what stuff was junk and what was worthwhile. After a solid half hour, Orson looks back at Vor. "I'll give you four hundred caps for it all."