The fireman did not look like he belonged in the store he'd walked into. Oh, he had a PET holstered on his hip same as just about everyone else present, and he eyed the merchandise like he knew what he was looking at. Still, something about the man, lantern-jawed, sweaty and sooty from a recent job, down to clingy athletic wear with his turnout slung over one shoulder, somehow didn't fit the image of someone looking to go bust viruses like a kid skiving off homework.
And yet, there he was. Doing a slow circuit of the room as though looking for something, standing stymied a moment, then marching up to the front counter with a comically tiny datachip reading a paltry '100z in the middle of his palm. His grin didn't seem to know whether it was trying for cheeky or sheepish. "Just two of the little ones, thanks," he helpfully pointed with the cleft of his chin to the SubChips, though there was only one thing in the place he could've afforded to begin with.
[Purchasing: MiniEnergyPack x2]
[Total: 100z