The gunlegger had only smiled when Falcon asked for a pistol. But he’d stopped laughing quickly enough when the youth pulled out the certified credstick Nightwalker had given him. He took Falcon's hand, examined the size of his palm, then pulled out the Lightfire. "Not much gun," the ork grunted, "but this should do you well." The gun had cost 425 nuyen, which Falcon had paid without trying to bargain the gunlegger down. No time. He knew for sure he’d over-paid when the ork threw in an extra ammo clip as part of the deal.