11/16/2011 08:29 PM (Cubicron) --- "No, I'll give you fifty credits, and that's it. I know these are worth even less than that, so don't try to jip me." Torque's voice can be heard haggling with one of the stall vendors near the doors to Cubicron, the marketplace outside their walls rather packed and busy. Thankfully the vendor knew when to fold, sighing in exasperation while rolling his optics. "Fine fine. Fifty then, just take 'em and go." Torque smiles at this and she gathers up the materials, subspacing them away. "Glad you could see reason."