He could throw in how do you think we even got here but decides against it - Juniper will figure that one on her own once the whole shock thing wears off. First thing's first is showing the lady that he's got this - or he's close enough - and then sniffing around, seeing if a favor from her has weight. Maybe she's got a hidden talent, something he can come knocking for in the future. Lock-picking, cooks a mean meal, knows where he can find a ship around here. The possibilities are endless and they're exactly why he'll accept payment in favors if he knows the other party can actually make good on them. Other than that, it's cold hard cash - and not Earth dollars, either.
"Where'd you find them?" Peter looks down at his own clothes: same shirt, same jacket and he's glad he didn't wear his "negotiating pants" because those things are so tight he has a hard time sitting down in them. If there's the option of more clothes before they start stinking up the place with BO, he wants some. Peter seems to realize after the fact he's supposed to be reassuring her, not grilling her where he can score clothes. "How 'bout I help you look around for people? Sound good? Safety in numbers and all that."
He figures between his know-how and his quad blaster, Juniper's in good hands. He can shoot, he's a big target and because she's the first human he's seen in forever, he considers that extra motivation to help her out.
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He could throw in how do you think we even got here but decides against it - Juniper will figure that one on her own once the whole shock thing wears off. First thing's first is showing the lady that he's got this - or he's close enough - and then sniffing around, seeing if a favor from her has weight. Maybe she's got a hidden talent, something he can come knocking for in the future. Lock-picking, cooks a mean meal, knows where he can find a ship around here. The possibilities are endless and they're exactly why he'll accept payment in favors if he knows the other party can actually make good on them. Other than that, it's cold hard cash - and not Earth dollars, either.
"Where'd you find them?" Peter looks down at his own clothes: same shirt, same jacket and he's glad he didn't wear his "negotiating pants" because those things are so tight he has a hard time sitting down in them. If there's the option of more clothes before they start stinking up the place with BO, he wants some. Peter seems to realize after the fact he's supposed to be reassuring her, not grilling her where he can score clothes. "How 'bout I help you look around for people? Sound good? Safety in numbers and all that."
He figures between his know-how and his quad blaster, Juniper's in good hands. He can shoot, he's a big target and because she's the first human he's seen in forever, he considers that extra motivation to help her out.