The woman quirked a brow at him, indifference on her face slowly making way for interest. Her eyes were a bit blood shot, but if she was in serious need of chems; she hide it well.
The line didn’t come in, till he she took the initiative to close the distance- ready to see what he had on hand and to bring some cover to their dealings. Not like the entirety of Freeside had to know who Zex was selling to, and he still felt a smidgen of guilt whenever Julie gave him that somber look.
"Well…" Zex played coy for the junkie, feigning intensive thought until he answered. "Where I come from, caps are a nice t’ see. But if ya’ got ammo or supplies to make up for the work done, we can use that as an alternative deal.”
“‘less ya got anything else ya’ think is a fair trade.”
Daisy Chain crossed the named items off in her mind as they came out of the doctor’s mouth, her eyes flickering back and forth between each of his own. A short, neat, familiar list; he didn’t suggest anything too difficult. Caps were simple enough to procure, but just how many was the question that had her tracing idle fingers across the leather pouch fastened to her thigh.
The Fiend had to hope that Zex was not a greedy man, with how much she had on her.
Straight to the point, Daisy Chain got to asking exactly what she needed answered: “How many caps am I gonna need in order to buy myself a happy ending here, doc?”
She’d leave thinking about other means of fair trade until her current options were worn out.