Raymond looked cross eyed at Victor, he wasn't sure why. After all, if there was anyone that was going to survive this city, it was a ranger. Perhaps it was the implication that Raymond was a crook, at least, that's how he took it as. Or perhaps it was the questioning of if Raymond would use it to hurt people. Either way, it had Raymond's head tilted, in what was almost a hint of rage. He took a moment to look at his surroundings, the last thing he wanted was for something to be around them. But, there was nothing. With a displeased look on his face, he finally acknowledged everything Victor had said with a few nods. Though, even with emotions in the way, Raymond didn't go without taking anything from Victor's words, much like he did from everyone else's; Victor didn't fear war, but he feared greed, it appeared.<br/><br/>"Excuse me?" Raymond opened up with, on near defensive instincts. "I haven't seen a working mirror in a long time, so I'm not sure what it looks like. But if it looks like I just came out of a chem lab with a fresh batch of Psycho, just let me know." Raymond said, sarcasm lined his words. While unpleasant emotions lingered on his face. "I do what I have to in order to survive, that isn't even a second thought. But if I was about whatever it is you're thinking I'm about? Your wrist would still be pretty twisted and Kim wouldn't be awake right now." Raymond was lost in his own rant, he hadn't realized he held such a dis-fondness for travelling with others on this level. "I also wouldn't be shot." Raymond added, with more disgust than usual. It wasn't the lingering burn of the bullet wound though, it was the principle.<br/><br/>He regained his composure, he hadn't realized how such simple words conflicted him so much. The ranger always spoke his mind, Raymond would hand him that. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "Look, all I'm asking for is some credit. These things, right here." Raymond said, holding up the stimpack that Aito had thrown him. "They're valuable. Real valuable. They can easily be the wide bridge you need to walk from death back to life." And even still, Raymond wouldn't insist that they owed him anything. Debts didn't exist in the wasteland, in his mind.<br/><br/>"I could be lying." Raymond said, he oddly was fixed on making this man see, he couldn't be the way he was in this world, it was a death sentence just waiting to happen. "But maybe I'm not either. Doesn't really matter, I'd have figured you'd be more suspicious of the fact there are people willing to pay that much for a simple key." Raymond suggested. "I personally am. But I don't think it's any of my business, if they'll pay, I'll play. But yeah. My share of these caps won't be hurting anyone. I could live for the rest of my life, comfortably, with that kind of money. And I need your help for that." Raymond finally admitted.<br/><br/>His expression had finally returned to a more neutral one before he looked around again, still nothing. "Come on, we should get off the streets if we're going to talk more." Raymond said, nodding his head towards the building Aito had previously hidden in.