Michael withdraws a battered billfold from his back pocket and silently thanks years of training for reminding him that other worlds don't take Visa. Not that he has one of those anymore either. Still, Bar's currency conversion alone is a spy's wet dream - there are few things more annoying than trying to convert a grand in US dollars without valid ID or getting half exchange rate on the street.

The "STORE" seems like the sort of place where if you have to ask how much something costs, you're gonna get ripped off. Better to play it safe like he's traveling but familiar.

"I got this one, Padre - how much I still owe you? Should be more than enough to cover the tickets and a meal."