Jetfire idly watches as the serving drones carry off Demolisher's smoking remains, wondering if anyone's going to bother putting the greedo's spark into a new shell. He himself doesn't care either way, though the guy was a relatively good Sabac player.

He's putting his gun back in the holster when a shadow falls across his table. "I'm not the guy you're lookin' for. Go away."

"Jetfire?" says Scavenger calmly. "How much do you want for four fares off planet?"

The white, red, and gold mech looks up with a frown. "You talkin' about the Minicons, or you big guys?"

"Spark scanner. Nice. Fine. How much for eight fares?"