Her trinket? Ari took her meaning, with no small amount of private amusement. It was true, after a fashion. She was possibly the sole possessor of Tradelines tokens on this entire planet. Scarcity meant something. What was something worth except what someone else was willing to pay? It was fair, whatever the real intentions behind it might have been, and acceptable in a way that just taking someone's money never would be.
She looked over the handful of coins, a bit of theatre for their observers, since she hadn't sufficient information to correctly judge their comparative worth. Then she took a few of her own little Tradelines discs – copper, and silver-flecked.
'Contract on that,' she said, the formula for acceptance of an offer, and handed her own currency over.
She didn't immediately return to attempting her purchase, however, well aware that the trader would likely ask for everything she had. Instead she gave the other woman another appraising look. 'You do well at blending in with the downtimers,' she remarked, and then, seeing no harm in it, 'I'm Tayrey.'