Graff smelled the dead...thing before Janos could get sneak up on them this time.  "Oh god what died..." he comments before turning around, "Well that would be it I guess, um thanks."  He takes the slip of paper but not the furry thing, Janos can dismiss that thing himself.  Looking at the figure Graff just whistles, that's quite a bit of 0's after the 1, it was followed by a sigh as he now has to figure out how to come up with that type of money.  Shaking his head he puts the paper into a jumpsuit pocked and turns back to Ranna and his Marauder.<br/><br/>"It's never just one missile that misses huh?"  He says as Graff grasps another plate of armor to maneuver into place.