He tried to keep his face impassive, he really did, but two hundred and fifty credits was something like (he did some quick conversion math in his head from credits to dollars to pounds) well, almost four hundred pounds! What he didn't know was that nearly four hundred pounds wasn't that unreasonable and was probably close to what his Glock had cost the RAF.

But...he really wanted to be armed with something. And he'd been informed that the credits were unlimited (which was economically boggling, but he wasn't an economist so he tried not to think about it).

"Two hundred."

He'd also been told that people liked to haggle here.