The deal was done as fast as it was started. The weapons were handed over to the four armed alien, and the currency of the place was handed over to Nyx. Wrapping the two rifles, slung it over his shoulder casually. The things with trust, was it didn't go far for in this place, Nyx learned quick. The place was infested with scoundrels and people on the run. Some better than others, but ultimately a whole lot of people not wanting to be asked a lot of questions.
Taking the money that was made, Nyx just handed it all over to America. Holding his hand up to Gatts, he offered the slightest wave. 'Nyx, don't you be a stranger!'
Once they were on their way again, Nyx looked to America. "Well, now you have yourself a nice amount of cash. What trouble tempts you?" Sure Nyx could have taken a cut, but there wasn't any need. He had everything he might want. BB15 back at the house. Gifts in tow, and now two interesting rifles he had no interest in actually using, but would look real nice mounted on the wall of the house.
"I have a vague idea where a lot of a lot of things are." Nyx offered vaguely.