"Most kind of you," Lindsey uttered as neutrally as she could manage with an attempt at a smile. "I will compensate you when I am able." Having said this, she carefully weaved her way around the ersatz marketplace to approach one of Rachando's human assistants. Bawapakerwa-a-a-awapawab were notoriously immune to picking up human social cues - and Rachando would hardly be stupid enough to incriminate himself - so perhaps she would have better luck with his flunkies. She also tried to suppress her childish glee at remembering the species' full name; they were a proud species in their way, and even if most Solomani could not care less about their good impression, she did.
She eyed one likely mark taking care to have the appearance of working hard while accomplishing very little in their employer's blindspot, and moved to engage them in conversation. 'What would you recommend? You look far from home, How is the honorable Rachando treating you?' and other such pleasantries. In truth, she knew what she wished to order. A pair of IR goggles (the improved version if they had them); 5 or so smoke grenades; a scan jammer; a suppressor; the more advanced model of accelerator rifle; and a few droppers of starlight drops. By Lindsey's reckoning, around 4.825Cr if Rachando's prices hadn't changed. If it came to a fight, she wanted an advantage. She knew her limitations as a sailor, and every sophont needed to see. Those few moments of blindness on their foes' part might save her and her new companions.
But, she would leave that for the moment. She wanted to know what Rachando's business here was. It was unlikely this callow youth knew much, but they might have heard some gossip -- and if they didn't let slip... she didn't mind playing the little coquette for their benefit.