"I dunno." He slid his credstick into the table, watching as the numbers began to glow and scroll across the tabletop. Beth's hadn't bothered to invest in any sort of privacy screen. With a sigh, Gabe's fingers plucked out a tip, then pressed for a thumbprint.
He frowned, thinking that even that wasn't foolproof.
"You might be right," he said, relaxing after the amount had been accepted. "I, fuck, it's not like, I'd know, yeah? Uh, I'm just throwing shit out there."