Raidou grinned. "I like you. You're funny." He released the magazine, let it drop down behind the bar onto the floor with a clatter, then spun it, set it grip first on the counter towards the man before taking back his coin. "You should keep it hidden, and just shoot anyone you decide you want dead. Guns aren't good for negotiation's here," he felt the flood gates opening again, tongue fluttering. "See, if they have what you want, you'd be better off shooting em for it. Or being a whore. You've got a nice mouth, you could probably make okay money there' a few place sit town'd hire you t'ply your wares. Or not, but if you're good at gun you could fix them, maybe, or sell what's left of your ship before it get's all salvageded."