She took the munny. "Helping you get back is free, the munny I'll take as payment for cramping my style. You're almost as bad as they guy in the candy shop. Look, I wasn't going to actually kill the little punk," she said, walking as she spoke. "But he didn't need to know that and you didn't need to step in. I was handling it. A good bluff is worth more than a hundred boats. Look you're new here, right? Trust those of us who have been risking our lives here for months to know how to handle this place, okay?"