"That's why you carry a peice," Grant suggested to Janz, quietly omitting the fact that<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>didn't care a firearm. He figured he ought to. He knew for sure he wouldn't get out of any bad situations on his own fighting skill, and he couldn't count on every hungry pred to be able to be bargained with. Something to do tomorrow. "So if you fought it, why care about it? Doesn't look like something that has the smarts to run off when it's beat..."<br/><br/>Leah got Aaron the drink, taking the time mix in some orange juice that she kept on hand for such requests. "It does," she said, handing the drink over. "I've tried it myself before."<br/><br/>Samuel looked more surprised by the sudden appearance of the watch or that it was still in such good shape, or maybe that it was a pocket-watch than the fact that it came out of Ferrus. He'd begun to become used to fact that the skunk was a predator and further evidence of that fact didn't quite have the punch it used to. "A gold pocket watch? You eat the<span style="font-style: italic">Monopoly Guy</span>or something? I didn't know anyone who was fortunate enough to get stuck here could afford one of those, or would carry it around..." he commented, looking it over. "Don't think anyone would buy it as-is though. Gold pocket watches tend to have a market of "rich folk", of which there are few currently, if any. Maybe some gangster will buy it though. They seem awful found of useless jewelry and such. I'm sure a gold watch that dangles from your neck or is put in your pocket is close enough to count..."<br/><br/>He smirked a bit at the suggestion that his gun wasn't good enough, looking rather confident that it was. "Really now? I don't know, it's hard to beat a large-caliber machine pistol. I mean, I<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>carry around an assault rifle like Aaron over there, but that's just asking for trouble. Gives whomever wants to jump you a clear idea of what you're capable of."