Harrison was disappointed in himself for letting his guard down once the scrapper gave him the information he needed. It turned out he was a bit more rusty than he thought. It was the oldest trick in the book. Gain your mark's trust before you rip them off. Unfortunately for them an enforcer wouldn't let the slight go so easily unanswered. He remained quiet while Kir spoke on his behalf. He stood tall and with body language that expressed he was displeased with their host. He took the imperial credits once the exchange was over and placed them in the utility belt that his armor strangely provided. So much space and practicality with this thing.

He pretended to walk out with Kir, but he closed the door behind her before turning back to the slimy scrapper. He didn't need Kir's telepathy to feel the fear and nervousness seeping from the bug's pores. He could honestly smell it. Still, he approached him. The insect scuttered back and stuttered trying to say something. Harrison cut him off. "You had me believing I could trust you. Then you tried to cheat me, with my X'hondrian right next to me, no less. You insulted me. You insulted the empire and I know you're not a fool."

Harrison made his way around the counter and lifted the bug up by his collar. He instinctively cut off his thoughts to Kir at this point. "I didn't want her to see this. You see, she went through a lot. They all do, but the ones in the palace? Well, I'll leave it to your imagination. I don't have the time to waste tending to a flare up or being cheated by someone who I know knows better. I'll chalk it up to being part of the fabric of your DNA. You can't help but cheat people and someone who can't help but cheat people likely has a few bounties or enemies."

Harrison gave the scrapper time to think about what he was saying as he reached back with his free arm to smash open the drawer that held the imperial credits and took about two thousand more. "It'd be unfortunate if your face was plastered across the empire for them to find you. Consider it a gesture of good faith." He said with a smile behind his armored face, but conveyed it with his tone. He dropped the scrapper on the floor and walked out of the door to rejoin Kir.

[i]"Sorry, I took so long." [/i]He thought to her. [i]"Thank you for the help back there. I convinced him to give us ten in total. I'll be able to handle Dello's. If they're close he'll probably warn him not to mess with me. You should buy a cloak to wear around the station to not draw attention to yourself and some clothes for the ship. You deserve to dress as pretty as you are."[/i] He didn't mean to think the last part out loud, but it was true. He was glad she couldn't see how goofy he looked under his armor. He took this as the opportunity for them to go their separate ways. He had to go to deck sixteen.