Whether or not he liked being lectured, it was clear to Starling that Drake had a lot of expanding to do in regards to his perceptions. Either he didn't get out much, or when he did, he always counted the minutes until he got home to whatever life he led.

The shopkeeper squinted at the comm, and then at Drake. It was clear he was torn between whether or not to be pleased that this strange human was finally figuring out how to barter, or to be annoyed that he wasn't really getting into the spirit of it. With a hefty sigh, he scribbled on a holo-slate and held it up. "45."

"See there," Clarice said encouragingly. "Lower than sixty. Go for something in the middle."