The man was just about okay enough to stir from his grounded position and - in a few moments, and with the assistance of the wall - he'd clamber to his feet, still clutching a very sore stomach. He spat into one corner, the glob of saliva being joined by more than a little blood. "Been through worse!" He grinned, revealing a few too few teeth; though whether they were recently lost or not was hard for even Senti to tell. Not that she likely cared, either.<br/><br/>Once he found his feet, he also gathered up enough strength to let go of his angry stomach and straighten himself, walking over to the precious pipe. He kicked the corpse on the way past and let out a small, satisfied chuckle; things had gone his way yet again! With the pipe in hand he turned toward the beautiful - but oh-so-dangerous - woman with a little glimmer in one eye.<br/><br/>"Cheers for the help. Now... I know where his warehouse is. What d'ya say we take his finger and help ourselves to his stuff, eh? Easy pickin's, now he's dead and all. You'll make yourself more than a few credits for your trouble..." He rubbed his fingers together, assuming that simple greed could twist her as easily as it twisted him. In fact, the simple idea that she could turn down free money completely evaded the rather simple fellow's mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>