She leads the way to one of the freight cars, then slides the door open, revealing a carefully dried and prepared log. It's a bit thin for a tree, at only half a meter in circumference, but quite thick for kelp. It's about ten meters long, and when the Suit examines the end, he finds that the wood does indeed quite resemble teak.

"That's some fiiiiiine product! I won't insult your intelligence by asking where you got it. Good, strong, solid, what do you say to, say, two kiloBytes?" 

She smiles thoughtfully, assessing this Suit in the briefest moment. Does he seem like the type to enjoy haggling?

He seems eager to close the sale, which could indicate he's lowballing, but could also just mean he's eager to get his hands on the offworld lumber. 

She arches an eyebrow. "What do you say to two and a half? There's some awfully dangerous wildlife where this grows."

He considers for a long moment. 

"Sure, two and a half kiloBytes. And if you have more remember Ardex Yards, alright?"

"Absolutely." She offers a hand to shake. "We'll definitely have more sooner or later, though there's some stocking up on supplies and tools to do first."

He shakes, and a suitcase appears out of thin air and pops open exposing rolls of 128 Byte coins each. The Pirates' logo appears on the suitcase, while the lumber is marked with a Rorchian ARDEX. 

"Pleasure doing business. The Craftsmen'll unload it from your train in fifteen minutes. Get yourself something nice for the price." 

He waves over his shoulder and walks off, giving orders into his walkie-talkie. 

Sable grins and hip-bumps Eva. "Check us out, making profits to buy supplies with."

Eva grins. "Shopping trip time?"

"Shopping trip time!"

She leads the way back into the locomotive, locking in a junction route to the personal retail district while she waits for the lumber to be cleared out. 

"D'you want to just operate out of a shared money pool or deliberately split stuff?"

Eva follows Sable back onto the train.

"I'd feel more comfortable with some money of my own just in case, but it's your train. How do you feel about giving us each half a kilobyte and leaving the remaining kilobyte and a half as a communal pool?"

"Deal." She counts out two stacks of half a kilobyte each, passes one to Eva, and tucks the other in a lockable compartment under the control console, then closes the suitcase back up and sets it on the floor.

At the sound of the cargo door sliding shut, she tilts her head and nods. "Okay, sounds like they're all done. Off to shopping!"

And she puts the locomotive into gear and sets off for a retail area.

And off they go again through the district, over the palm trees and power lines. 

A massive golem the size of a building passes as if it were just another piece of statuary. 

It's not long before they pull in at the retail district. The place is crowded with Suits and Runners coming and going about their business; one of the Runners goes grinding down a rail on a skateboard past the stairs down from the station.

"Shopping time!"

Eva tucks her stack of Bytes in the pocket of her dress and gets ready to disembark.

Sable grabs hers as well, and parks the train out of the way at the station, then hops out of the locomotive. First order of business, clothes. Is there a clothing store or two around here?

There is a whole department store, in fact, right down at the ground level. In Rorchian over the door it's labeled ASSOCIATES' CHOICE.

The clothes are an odd split, half starchly-pressed suits, half casual skater-punk clothes. They look like the majority of them are designed to fit the much chunkier stone bodies of Runners and Suits, but there's a sign advertising custom tailoring for suits. 

"I gotta say," Eva says, looking at a skater-punk midi skirt with a rose pattern that's way too large around for her. "These really make me feel less dysphoric by comparison. Makes you appreciate some of the attributes of your own body."

Sable is holding up a knee-length, pleated, wave-patterned skirt that is not nearly as overlarge on her as what Eva's dealing with, but still large for her. "I have some amount of envy over the fact that you got an instant magic transition, still, but yeah, I am definitely distinctly less blocky than Associates are, and that feels nice."

Is there anything in her size? Or any sign about tailoring for Runner-style clothes? She needs a bit more of a magic transition before she's gonna be comfy wearing a suit.

It looks like Sable miiiight just be an Associate's Extra Small, but there aren't a lot of clothes in that size, and Eva looks to be entirely out of luck for clothes that fit her. 

On the back of the suit tailoring sign it advertises "Custom designed pieces for Runners: ask for Craftsman Anrei."

Eva's looking at the sign blankly trying to puzzle out the unfamiliar alphabet.

"Aha. There's a craftsman offering custom Runner-style clothing. C'mon."

Sable leads the way, looking for an employee to ask about speaking with Craftsman Anrei.

There's a pair of Associates behind the counter, and they straighten as Sable approaches. 

"Interested in custom tailoring?" One of them says.