Ubon 'stuck close' as much as possible, working his way through the crowd, though it was hard for a furry thing with nine tails to truly blend into the crowd.  Then again, it wasn't as if magical creatures were all that uncommon, shifters included.  Finding someone with a stockpile of ammo was not hard, and the big one was a troll with a monstrous beard, and flanked by 'security' on either side.  He had what she was looking for, for about 70 nuyen per 10 rounds, but he had quite the supply.  He was selling ammo by the case even...<br/><br/>And seeing him look her over, the man with the rumbling voice had a question for her.<br/><br/>"Hey, you the type of girl that don't mind gettin' 'wet'?" he asked, in English to her "I'm in need of a 'strong swimmer'..."