Darrith was far less particular about what he carried, and took the finger quickly enough. He wrapped what might once have been a while handkerchief - but was no a grimey, filthy rag - around the finger and put the package into his deep jacket pocket. He rubbed the front of his balled hand over his nose, before clearing his throat. Everything about him reeked of the kind of nerves coming from someone having to own up to a lie.<br/><br/>"Best move quickly, else the scavengers will swoop in. Come on." He moved down the corridor with such haste that he barely had time to help himself to the contents of the deadmans pocket. A small credit chit, a communicator, and some lint.<br/><br/>Once there was a little distance between them and the scene he finally stopped up and raised a hand to catch her attention. "Ah, so... I suppose you best know." He fidgetted his hands together nervously. "So uh, there's a few others who claimed this guys stuff if he got knocked off. It's gonna piss a few fella's off when we go looting. Now, you look like you can handle yourself, but you don't know the place like me. You n' I... we'd be best together, if ya follow. Make us a pretty little fortune, eh?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>