Moe was gurgling happily at the attention, nuzzling into the pettings and quite frankly really wanted more. No fair squishies could keep each other amused for so long, he wanted attention! Him! Nao!!. . .
Talon noted the sudden interest and dislike of the topic of live ammo. But he calmly nodded. "Then it is hardly worth anything of value, and that is, sadly, the only currency I have on me. . But correction to your statement; Mixing Republic and Imperial produce the best effect for maximum destruction. Imperial is known to randomly shutdown and die, and Republic tends to fall apart easier. " A small crease around talon's mouth was seen. He was either pursing or grinning. Nonetheless, he was amused by the Rogues reaction to the mentioning of Imperial.
Talon was still sipping on his first drink. Hardly paying much heed to the question. "Coolant. Water. . . And I'd have to check the Hydrolics, but those be what I'm looking f'er. Worse comes to worse, I'd just move at night. I'm doubting I'll find what I'm looking for here. "
Talon frowned for a moment then stated quite blatantly in a deadpan monotone, "Your Jacob's brother. . . How can a psycho like him have an awesome sibling? " That would most likely shake the poor Rogue, but with Moe pretty much rubbing against the man's leg, the guy had hardly anywhere to bolt.
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