The only thing he doesn't have yet

"Our master's got plenty of food - we can make you a trade," Mary proposes.

Mikey shakes his head. "I got lots of food packed away, and what I don't have I don't got room for," he says. "What else you got?"

"Money?" Jaz suggests. "Amanda's loaded..."

"How much is that gonna be worth next week, though?" Mikey counters.

"What is it you want, Mikey?" Mary asks brusquely. Mikey chews his lip.

"...I want a woman to claim," he admits finally. "Ain't had anyone around since my divorce six years ago... Now I can't leave the store - a couple of people have come by to raid it already - but I don't want to be left out in the cold neither. Think you two could bring me someone to claim?"

"We could try..." Jaz begins uncertainly. Mary holds up a hand, forestalling her.

"How many guns do you have exactly, Mikey?" she asks, folding her arms. The big man chuckles.

"Well, I got maybe a half-dozen sidearms people have pawned off here," he says. "Those're the normal things...small, but they'll do the trick. Then I also have some things that are...under the table, so to speak. Things people have sold me that I don't bring out for just anyone. Bit more impressive, like. I also got bullets for all of them, though not a whole lot."

"An unclaimed woman is going to be a rare commodity soon," Mary says. "We bring you one, I want them all."

"Don't be daft, bitch. I'm not trading you all my guns."

"Then all the sidearms and my pick of six others."

"One other."

"Three."

"Two."

"Done." Mary steps forward and holds out a hand. Mikey grins and reaches forward, clasping it. As they shake, he leans in.

"I claim you," he whispers.

There's a tense second, then Mary shakes her head. "Nice try, asshole. We'll bring you some poor girl. You get the guns ready for us."

Mikey shrugs. "Can't blame me for trying. But yeah, I'll get 'em ready. Don't bring me no dog, now!" he calls as Mary and Jaz head out of the store.

"Damn, I wouldn't have expected that of Mikey," Jaz mutters. "He always seemed like a pretty chill guy."

"...For an illicit weapons dealer?" Mary asks. Jaz shrugs. "Well, even chill guys have cocks, it turns out."

"Yeah. What're we gonna do, then?" Jaz asks, folding her arms as she leans against the building.

"We're gonna find him someone to claim," Mary says determinedly. "And bring her here. Abby in some ways would be the obvious choice, but...I don't think Grant would let us do that. Besides, it'd be a long haul." She glances at Jaz. "You know this neighborhood better than I do...any ideas about where to look?"

"Maybe," Jaz says thoughtfully. "Follow me..."