Vin was hunched over the Vulkar gang member's dead body, relieving it of anything that happened to be in the pockets.

"Do you have to do this every time somebody dies?" asked Carth uncomfortably, leaning against a wall and keeping an eye on the hallway in both directions.

"Yes, actually," Vin replied without looking up. "Considering neither of us has much cash, this is about the only way I can think of to get stuff we need without robbing somebody."

"So you kill somebody instead?!" Well, sure, that somebody was a classic example of Tarisian scum at its finest, but it was still kind of creepy to watch Vin root through a person's stuff while the body was still cooling.

"Hey, it's not like it's my fault," Vin said. "He's the one that started it. And besides, you helped."

Carth sighed, realizing he couldn't win. "You're impossible."

"Look, seriously, it's not like he needs this stuff anymore. He's dead."

"Yeah, like we're gonna be real soon if you don't hurry up." It was, after all, only a matter of time before more Vulkars showed up. It seemed that wherever there was one Vulkar, there were about five more of his buddies chillin' out only a minute or two away.

Vin finished looting the corpse. At least she hadn't decided the armor on the dead man was superior to her own, that was when things got really wrong. The stuff she was currently wearing still had some of its former owner's blood congealing at the seam between the pauldron and breastplate, which was where Vin had driven the vibroblade. Carth had politely declined when she had offered to find some for him.

"I'm done," she said, standing up again. "Happy now?"

"Not really, but let's move on."

"Let's."