Yeah.

Erika's bed isn't big enough for three, but it can fit two when the whole point of that is cuddling.

Good plan.

Yep. Erika may not be great at the finer points of tact, but hug-related strategizing she can do.

And that is something Sargon really, really appreciates right now.

Yeah. He's not the only one this is helping. She's very, very glad he's alive.

This is probably going to be the best sleep he's had since before Serenity Valley.

Yep. Not that that's saying much.

And in the morning they can pool resources!

Sargon... has an amount of money that suggests his 'robbing banks' example may not have been totally hypothetical.

They were probably Alliance banks so Erika doesn't give a fuck.

Erika has significantly less than that. The Dust Devils specialized in much more nonprofit forms of crime.

Still, it's enough that buying a ship isn't totally out of the question. Maybe not a great ship, but at least a functioning one.

They can head out to the shipyard, then, at least for a preliminary look around.

"You're coming," he says to Anwar.

He grunts. "Fine."

Maybe they can even get him to express an opinion at some point. That would be nice.

There is a salesperson at the shipyard. He...is a used vehicle salesperson. 'Nuff said.

Sargon pretends to be interested in what the used vehicle salesperson has to say.

Anwar, meanwhile, wanders despondently among the used vehicles.

He is talking up a relatively expensive ship.

Wander, wander...

He stops in front of one across the yard from the salesperson's chosen lure. It looks like crap. But it looks like... the right crap.

Ugh. Has Sargon actually managed to get him to care about something? It was so much simpler to just float through life in a haze of bleak despair.

He sighs.

"That one," he says, grudgingly.

Erika comes over to inspect it.

"We're going to need a mechanic sooner rather than later," she says eventually.

He shrugs.

Sargon glances over at them, and walks away from the salesperson mid-patter.

"Oh, good, you found something."

The salesman is sort of bemused that they want this ship and makes a token effort to talk them up to something that runs.

Sargon, once he has the measure of the situation, haggles ruthlessly. They can't afford any more than - an amount that is slightly more than half of their actual budget - and they're going to have to drop a third of that on repairs, so they absolutely cannot take this at the asking price, but they'll still pay more for it than a junkyard will, and who else is going to do that? Yeah, that's what he thought. Pleasure doing business with you.

By the end of this the salesman is not exactly able to be sincere about saying the experience was a pleasure but he is a salesman so he says it anyway.

And now they have a ship! And all they need is a decent mechanic and a slightly intimidating list of replacement parts! Sargon is in a good mood again.