Throughout this exchange Graff routinely thought about not screwing up, he may have sort of proved his competency in a mech but now aims to prove that the money for a refit of his Marauder is worth it.  Shenks gave his reply and it seemed like it was probably a fair trade but then again this piece of Clan tech has very screwed sense of value.<br/><br/>"Look if you aren't going to take this seriously we can just leave.  You just offered 1 million and two Steak-2s for something that is priceless."  Graff is nervous as all hell, between not wanting to screw this up and tip what ever hand he thinks he might have.  Graff held his breath, hopefully Shenks pays more attention to Walter and their grudge or whatever and less on the young mechwarrior who is way out of his league.