HMS-Hood Jack was moderately surprised, but between a woman wearing a space grade skin suit and the fact they survived a battle, he really wasn't sure what to expect anymore.
"The fuck?" was all Jack could say under his voice, but nevertheless he didn't turn down the potential customer. Slipping past the man, he ushered him towards the stairs leading down to the cargo bay.
There were a few canisters of fuel in the cargo bay, but not that much. Luckily, it seemed there was a multitude of ammunition in stock, from handheld weapon ammunition to cannon ammunition, but not particularly much of any ammunition type in particular.
"Get what you want and I'll sort out the sales upstairs. We trade in credits and food only. Don't want tattered clothes and shitty rifles cluttering up the cargo bay."
