[Call him very impressed. A+ stoicism. And this is coming from a guy whose closest friend is probably depicted next to the textbook definition for that quality.

He taps a finger on the tempered glass.]

Bingo.

[Merchant, huh? Looks like that sword isn't just for show. He's already gotten a vague sense for the disparate types of worlds people came from, some with technology and some without, some with magic and some without. It meant there were a lot of jagged edges when they all came to meet in the middle, but that could be fun, depending.]

Don't sweat it. I'm a prospective buyer, just like you. [He puts his hands back into his pockets, regarding the machine.]

You should've had a card on your person when you first woke up here. Ring any bells?

[Said, deciding to keep joking with her would be more cruel than humorous.]