He didn't even have a rack with power bars, now with Real(tm) flavor. Sigh.
The text popped up in his contact display and Artair debated for a moment doing the abrupt brush off. The guy had been rather...aggressive in his anti-topsider stance. But the last thing they needed now was some guy bitching about them on the 'Trix as he knew a bit of what the team was interested in. Even worse, what if he tipped off the local 'protection' to hassle them?
Still, it did switch his shopping gears. He had no need for a bike seat save maybe throwing it at the wall of his loud neighbors. He DID want a power bar, but that was a dead end. So he settled on the cheaper and practical: Light sticks. He had one with him, but in a place like this, they could be useful. And if not today, he'd use them at some point. A round about 'win-win' he decided to look at it.
He'd haggle over it, not wanting to draw it out but intentional offering to overpay at 7 nuyen once the dust settled. Artair was far from a master negotiator, but he had some basic skill. Still, the point was to engender good will...or at least prevent negative will and a few extra nuyen to keep a mob of slotted off orks from trying to crack their skulls seemed worth it.
OOC: I figured 7 is a 40% markup seemed fair. If it winds up being more, Artair will just walk away with the clear indication that the shopkeep got greedy. If he doesn't have light sticks in stock, I'll settle on some reflective tape.
Once he wrapped up the business, he'd walk with Oppenheimer, following the man's lead. His knowledge of the Underground was rudimentary at best, having focused more on top side locations. When the shop and its irritable owner were well out of earshot, he muttered to his companion, "A rude bloke that managed to make me hungry." Heaving a sigh, Artair shook his head. "Any etiquette for the gangs should know about?"