Clerks in space

A clerk sits behind the counter, chewing gum and reading a magazine.

Deering jogs up to the counter and looks at the clerk, saying quickly to him, "Hey....we're in need of weapons, quickly."

Fireeyes looks around, with a bit too much of a smile. He walks up to the clerk, "What are your cheapest guns?"

The clerk glances up lazily. "Hrm? What?" Doesn't seem to have a care in the world. "Starting a war?"