Dualscar keeps the transaction quick and professional. He brushes off the captain's attempts at learning more about recent courtly intrigues, sneering down his nose at him and making it quite clear that he doesn't know the gossip because he's not supposed to know it. He gives the little helmswoman--cod, she can't be more than seven sweeps old, she's just a wiggler--a cursory glance, and backhands the other captain when he has the audacity to make a snide remark about "the mighty Dualscar finally upgrading." Then he smirks as cerulean blood drips from the troll's lip, split on one of the heavy rings he wears, as they exchange the boondollars. The blueblood tries to jack the price up a little, and Dualscar undercuts him viciously.

Highblood business as usual.

Once it's all completed, Dualscar turns to the two maroonbloods--poor, wasted creatures that they are--and the little bundle they're supporting.

"Give that," pointing at the helmsgirl, "to that," pointing to the Psiioniic, "and then all of you get the hell awway from my hive. You're bringing dowwn the property values."