"Hah, clever," Rafael said, walking over to the vending machine. He grabbed a bottle of root beer and popped it open, taking a long drink as he circled around the machine to look through the hole in the ground. The 'corpses' of the diamond dogs they'd defeated on the staircase and the ones that Rafael had tossed to the floor below had splintered into piles of bright, shining stones. "Man, I wonder if those are worth anything. We could get quite a bit if they were. Black market types are always lookin' for something shiny."<br/><br/>They couldn't very well do anything with them now, though. So until they finished, those stones would sit in their piles on the ground. Hell, if they weighed as much as the dogs did prior to shattering, then they'd probably need to make a couple trips. Rafael wondered if they were legitimate diamond or just some other sort of gem that looked like them. Either way? They could get pretty loaded, assuming they were worth even a few bucks a piece.<br/><br/>He finished off his drink and set the bottle on the nearest table, assuming the room had any or that they hadn't all been reduced to splinters in the battle. For now, he would wait for Mercury to be prepared to move on.