[ Jajo might be lost, bewildered, sort of hungry, and completely surrounded by bizarre-looking aliens, but that's no reason to be rude. So when Gilgamesh calls him over (nice horns; he likes those), of course he obliges, and turns his giant frame toward this newest stranger.

The demand is not quite one he was expecting, according to his blink. ]

Oh, well... I don't have any of those with me.

[ He pats his pockets regardless, though. He's totally loaded, of course, but has his doubts that his money has much value in this particular economy. He's resigned to it. ]

Maybe we can settle for a second finest possession. [ And more to the point: ] What's the game?