Basil nodded without hesitation, and took the supplies. Resolving to pay once he was done, he knelt back down beside Jace and began to prep the syringes properly.
	Leith watched warily, but was mildly impressed; perhaps he was a researcher then. He looked practiced. He then looked down at the unconscious man, who was more muscular than his thin companion. He had to be the muscle of the duo then. That was the only feasible way that they could survive those metal death traps.
	"He said that he doesn't have enough money for even the usual prices," Leith said to Kaye, glancing at her, "So are you accepting his form of payment? And do you actually trust him to pull through?"
	"I'll pull through," Basil snapped, but didn't look back at the merchant and her guard. 
	Leith pursed his lips, and then said, "Just know that if you try to scam us, there's a bullet waiting just for you."
	"Wouldn't have it any other way," Basil muttered under his breath. As he finished, he sighed in relief and looked up at Kaye, "Thank you, miss. I'll give you all the caps that we have, but I doubt that'd be enough. Like I said, though, we have stuff that you could probably sell for good money--probably more than the caps on their own, actually."