Sighing with relief on receiving the velvet bag and checking the contents quickly, the orc man smiled in a grateful manner. "You've done an old man a favor money can't even begin to repay. Its a start though, no?" He flashed a smile and reached into his pocket, slowly pulling out a credit stick to show he wasn't about to pull off a double cross of some sort, instead holding out the stick towards her.<br/><br/>The money was there, all eight thousand nuyen. The stick itself looked like the sort that could be filled up to a maximum of ten thousand nuyen without any problems, but this one only carried that eight thousand, proudly displayed on a small digital screen, and verified by the AR signature as being ready to be transferred to her accounts if she chose to activate the stick physically and drain it. If not, it worked just as well as any other credit stick, a one-time-load and reusable with a proper bank teller. No serial numbers, nothing of the sort, it was a simple 'black stick'. Not something a regular ganger should have.<br/><br/>"I am grateful for your assistance on this miss, though I hadn't expected the additional trouble that seems to have come after you because of things. I think I will get going if you don't mind, I'd rather be as far away from any would-be-assassins as possible, so unless you believe we have more business to settle I think I should leave." He smiled but looked ready to go, although not rushing out without giving her a chance to reply first.