She was responded to with a devious grin and a shrug. There was plenty he wasn't supposed to do, and that he did anyway. Not things in malice, but exactly that. He was carefree. Ride the good vibes sort of deal. "Well, I suppose it's up to the person and how the construe.. 'not supposed to'." Octane challenged. While they were starting to line up, for whatever they were getting first, Octavio couldn't help but shrug. "I have no idea." He frowned. If didn't get his pretzel, he was killing someone. Metaphorically.
When it was their turn, Octane just came out with it. "How do you pay? We're not from these parts." Where the bright orange alien behind the counter proceeded to explain that they took all sorts of payment methods and currencies.
Still have his own method of paying from home, he ordered up two pretzels and then tapped his card to a reader, and it toned - flashed green - and their purchase was final. "Hah! Success!" Turning to Beverly he handed off one of the pretzels. "We have money!"