How inconvenient was this? It was obvious the dancer wasn't fooled by his 'oh i'm just an innocent guy' act. Man he was hoping to save some credits.<b>Whatever</b>, he thought. The files he had already been searching through before he  was confronted were damning enough to extort at least the price of a drink, if not more from local shop owners. He sighs, but reluctantly reaches down to the links of his obsidian colored watch. It looked dated like his laptop from a simpler time before space travel was the normal, and other races beside the humans existed. He pricks, and pries underneath one of the links that is tightly fastened to his wrist. A small green chip slightly bigger than the size of a mint pulled out. Offering it with two digits extended, and a less than playful look that read 'Are we finished here?'<br/><br/>"Just charge me for the cheapest dirt shit whiskey you got." Braxton just wanted to finish his work. Not being able to lead his friends had filled him with stress, and worry. He wondered about the types of encounters they were having with law enforcement. The nightly attacks had been getting worse before he was stranded. Maybe the fur creature was getting more enticing. "Then in about a hour, how about you come, and give me a dance? I need some time though.. writing a movie." he says lying about his true intent as he lowers his screen some what to meet her gaze.