That lag could have been for any reason, but Tony still took advantage of it with a raised eyebrow and slow lick of his teeth. The money, of course, he was ready for that one, everyone seemed to take him so literally when it came to the money. Maybe it was the suit. "Don't worry," he said, flapping a hand and only mostly looking like he wasn't teasing anymore. "There's more of a hippie commune feel here, no one's prioritized printing money over making sure we're fed." He was back to giving the stranger that narrow, calculating look, watching for any indication that he had misread and this wasn't new information to them. Someone who had already been here a while might at least react to, "It's more of an ass or grass economy."