Oh. Right. He hadn't even thought about payment before picking up the pistol, occupied with those tedious thoughts of morality and such. She's hardly the most menacing thing he's faced in his long life but that doesn't mean he's going to ignore an obvious warning sign.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he brings out his device.

"You're right. I apologise. I'll pay for--" He frowns and mutters, "I suppose I must pay for two rounds... Two rounds, aye?"

He glances at her bleeding (smoking) arm. "I can heal your arm if you'll allow me."