The interface unit had exhausted its supply of coins and drained batteries that the town used as money to get the eight flasks and the materials and tools to repair the pulse gun, so more of the drained and likely damaged if not destroyed batteries were a good sign. He shook the owner's hand, nodded in thanks for the donation, and looked about. "Any tables you would recommend?"<br/><br/>The excitable drone was sitting on top of his pack, and turning every which way, trying to watch everything at once. Before it could get into trouble, he reached up and put a hand on its dome. "Guard the pack."