Money for... playing a game? [That strikes her as odd, somehow, in a distant kind of way, but she shakes it off readily enough; what would she know about how games usually work, anyway? Secondhand memories aside.]

[And this time it is surprise that she looks at him with, as if she honestly thinks she must have heard him wrong. But no, she realizes in the strange pause that follows as she stares at him in open but fading confusion, when she's mentally backtracking to check - he really did just offer to help her out again. Quite the heroes, this fellow and his friend.]

... Oh, [she says, late and in the form of a breath. Common decency has never been so common, for her, so perhaps the fact that she needs a moment to adjust is understandable. Finally, she appears to recover enough to add,] If... you're sure that's alright. I'll remember to watch for it.

[Once she figures out where this 'shopping district' happens to be, that is. Not that she intends to need his help again if she can do anything to avoid it, truthfully, but that doesn't mean she's going to ignore that avenue entirely. He would be a good-- ally to have, she thinks, because she can't quite excuse the word 'friend' even in her own head. To that end, falteringly,]

Before you go--... do you mind if I ask you something?