"I think you'd do okay," she says, and then realises what she's said, clapping her hand over her mouth. "Okay. I did not just say that. So. Money." Her cheeks are burning and she takes a sip of her beer to hide it. "Not really, no," she says, shaking her head and catching a loose strand of hair that's driving her mad, twisting it back. "It's not really about commerce. We barter a lot."