In all, the package was a good haul. Instructions were important, and he liked books when he could decipher what it was they were even talking about. His little radiation rant earlier was proof enough of some degree of illiteracy. Couldn't blame him, what with the state the world was in. CDs were, in fact, a foreign concept to him. As he opened the package and looked through it, he eyed the strange disc with an inquisitive gaze. Deep thoughts such as 'the hell is this' and 'oh man it's shiny' went through his head as he looked it over. For now, though, he put it back in the box and instead went for the money.<br/><br/>Fingers deftly counted out the money, both in actual amount and the numbers printed on the bills. A ten here, a twenty there, even a fifty or two. Quite the costly little wad of paper. "Well, thank you kindly," Garret said with a growing, but subtle smile. He looked up when he heard Girien's last bit of advice, just in time to see he'd disappeared. Just as suddenly as he'd arrived, he was gone. How someone so gigantic managed to get around so swiftly was lost on him, but by now, he'd sort of learned to just accept it. Life was easier that way.<br/><br/>The courier's blunt order caught Garret's attention, and he paused for a moment, looking down at the money he was holding. "Oh, yeah. How much for the delivery, again?" He asked, fidgeting with the edge of the stack of bills with his thumb.