"Ahhh, right." The orc man spoke a bit awkwardly, his outfit still showing some signs of the quick dive for cover. He picked up an old looking bag from under the seat to pull out a pair of cred-sticks, half of Fang's payment on each. "I was kinda prepared like this in case something went wrong, I have heard stories of things only managing to get done half-way so I took such precautions. I hope its not a problem, I didn't mean to imply any distrust."<br/><br/>Holding the two credsticks in his hands he looked at Fang, then clearing his throat though. "Oh, but ah could you present me with the family heirloom? I would really like having the piece of family history back to me, and away from here as soon as I can. Guns make me nervous especially when they are pointed at me, and I am pretty allergic to dying too." He smiled, still shaken up by the assassination attempt.<br/><br/>"Makes me wonder what the whole fuss is about."