"I seem to have. G-gotten the attention of wu-one of the. Pr-pros. Titutes." And even with the mask on, it's obvious that Mr. Johnson is enjoying the situation. Although the voice masking does make the moans sound like they're coming from the bassy-est bass voiced troll ever.<br/><br/>Several moments of those moans pass before a surprised 'gwha?' passes through Derple's ears, followed by a quiet 'damn.' A last 'very talented on working both front and back' seems to be directed to somebody else, before Mr Johnson returns his attention to the runner on the other end. "Quite sorry. This little meeting has some... strange observed niceties. What were we talking abo- oh yes. Gear. I think I can have those returned to you, but not immediately. The costs on my end to have the pistols given to you out the gate and in full working order is more than I can spend if you also want a selection bigger than three. Which I see you do."<br/><br/>There's a short pause as Mr. Johnson stops to drink something, probably water, before continuing. "Although the vehicle I can arrange for you to get almost literally outside the gate. So that's good. Did I forget anything during the little ... incident?"