Cal simply shrugged back at Drake's expression, but as they engaged the merchant, the young padawan remained on his guard. At least this one didn't seem so paranoid; in fact, the merchant almost looked bored.

Looking over the other weapons there, Cal found nothing particularly of interest to him. He hadn't ever really tried using a firearm, the closest perhaps being when one of the troopers in his old battalion had let him hold one of their DC-15s, and that had been rather massive to a fourteen year old.

The merchant quoted two hundred and fifty credits for the blaster Drake was looking over.