He took his guns back, and replaced them in his waistband, not sure what to make of her.<br/><br/>"I'll take it under advisement," he replied, smiling, and pulling his mostly empty duffell up around his shoulder.<br/><br/>"I'm not here for gold, or cash, but fine jewellery still sells well, even if most people don't care much about it anymore, I know a few who do..." he said.<br/><br/>He was planning to make off with any truly expensive, because some of that expense was retained, though obviously not in cash value. Gold, at least in bullion form was worthless, but when it came to masterpieces of jewellery, there was still a market.<br/><br/>"You know," he said, "I've been told I'm considerably more charming when I'm not at gun point..."<br/><br/>He really had, twice, in fact, been told that, but his first concern was for his prize. In the wasteland of the new Zombie nation, getting a tip, or following a rumor was usually extremely valuable, and it wasn't the jewellery he was after, but he'd probably be swimming in it, once he actually got down to the safety-deposit vault.