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If there’s one thing Razer is certain of, it’s that he deeply dislikes these bustling spaceport marketplaces. There are too many people coming and going, pushing and shoving and shouting back and forth as though they’re the only ones around. It’s annoying at best, and intolerable at worst. If it were up to him Razer would be safely back in the Interceptor, secluded away in his quarters where he wouldn’t have to listen to this racket. However, Hal Jordan had insisted they all contribute to the mission that is restocking the ship’s food stores.
And so that is how Razer finds himself here, fighting his way through the stifling mass of people. Biting back an annoyed snarl as he is first elbowed and then shoved to the side, he manages to break free and take refuge in the overhang to the side of one of the shops. For a moment he considers ignoring this mission Jordan sent him on and returning to the ship, but then a flash of blue catches his eye and he realizes he’s not alone in this alleyway.
Turning, he pauses as he evaluates the alien standing there. Well --- they don’t seem to be yelling or pushing, so Razer puts a mark in the maybe not so awful column. Crossing his arms, he gives a nod of greeting. “I don’t suppose you know what type of currency I’m supposed to use here ??”