"I have money?" Jeremy blinks down at the screen as Metody demonstrates the Bankbuddy. Holy shit, he does have money. Three hundred bucks. Or three hundred circles with pokey bits. Simoleans, maybe.

"Okay, so. I do have money. Yeah, this is definitely me tripping out."

He looks up, blinks a few more times at Metody. I hunt and trap is hitting some extreme cognitive dissonance with the girl's delicate face, features, and build. On the other hand there is the body armor.

"You're not like... one of those apocalypse survivalist cultists, are you? I always imagined you people a lot-- hairier."