It's instinctual the way he moves closer to Rodeo when the waif of a wash addict slips into the store. There's something about her, it's haunting and almost worth pitying - if Bishop actually had pity for a ghoul. There's a gnawing at him though when his gaze settles on her, a part of him wants to pity her. In another life she could have reminded him of a niece he had back home, maybe that's it, maybe it's her age that has his mercy being kicked up. Someone that young being lost to the addiction that was wash, it was a shame.
She was lost now and they're just helping to dig her grave.
He shakes off those feelings though, pitying her is not why they're here. By now he's moved enough to be off to Rodeo's left. His job is simple here; study her. So blue eyes watch every move, bore holes into her skull as if he can literally pull out her thoughts and his hand never leaves his hunting knife. She doesn't look like a threat upon first laying eyes on her. What she looks like is a girl who could be knocked over if she were to encounter a strong wind. But sometimes the biggest threats came in the smallest of packages.
There's something about her, something behind the veil of the effects of wash. He can't pinpoint what it is, but it's there and it sets his nerves on edge. Makes him want to figure her out, pull out whatever it is and confirm why it's giving him a sort of itching under his skin that he just can't ignore.
It's just the smallest of irritations though, no bigger warning bells ringing in his mind at her actions. So when the satchel is handed over to him, he begins inspecting its contents as the idle chit-chat starts. None of the items are all that impressive, small things they could have easily found themselves. He has to give her credit for the whiskey, it's a nice touch. "They've got the same eyes," he remarks absentmindedly as he closes the satchel back up. He is of course referring to the girl and the Furby. "And I wouldn't say this is Christmas worthy, but it'll do." It's his way of confirming that she's brought enough to make this business venture worth their while - it's not really like they need the stuff anyway.