With three of them searched she had a small - very small... - pile of items. There were two credit chits worth the nothingy sum of 150 credits, a snack bar, a pair of blunt knifes, and a handful of bullets, a couple of which were dented. The man gulped and his voice trembled: "Sean, ma'am... I ain't meant to hurt yeh, yeh know... "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>