"Is there anything besides bytes you take payment in?"

"I don't take barter, sorry. There's an open-air market north-northeast of here, sixth story, you might want to head over there and see what they're selling."

"Thank you." It's a good thing she brought her compass. She'll leave the gear behind and head that way.

The cashier is not sure why this person needs a prosthetic for this but doesn't comment.

She can find the market. It's using a floor of a parking structure. She can take the stairs up to the market no problem but if she wanted to go to the roof garden above it she'd need to unlock a door she doesn't have credentials for.

It's crowded. Someone is busking with a theremin. The market reeks of rotten fish, but nobody seems to really care about this.

Eeeeewww okay she does not have to and in fact cannot buy the rotten fish and she can hold her nose and look at what's for sale.

Shoe shining, scarves, fish bones being served like snacks, seaweed salad, essential oils, wire sculptures, potted plants, caricatures, paints…

She should not sell her apartment's food even if she seems to have a big supply and access to more, but she does have access to exotic plants. She'll approach the plant booth.

"Excuse me, are you in the market for exotic plants to resell?"