The brunette and the blond were rather grateful to be in the hands on someone that actually gave a fuck. The blond admitted to not having anywhere else to go; whatever this soldier doctor had in mind had to be better than what she had been doing for a job. Yulla and Jen report that their haul comes to a metric-fuck-ton of guns, estimated worth to be close to 1.5K--most of them were unmodified and weren't in the best of condition. The credsticks most of the gangers had on them wouldn't have amount to much, but including the ones that were taken from the elf, they were sitting on what would be another 2 grand.<br/><br/>Among the spoils were a number of relieved car keys. The brunette was already looking through them for a brand that suited her fancy.<br/><br/>Yulla meanwhile said, "We owe you for leading the charge against those fuckwits. As far as I'm concerned all of this belongs to you and we could certainly use someone with your medical expertise on call. That said, we're willing to forego any creds if we can take the guns. Bullets are bit more valuable to us than credsticks."