“Well …” Lana tapped her teeth. “I bought three extra spacesuits, Alzigo said the one we found earlier would work for humans, six personal communicator implants--”

“Why six?” Bulco interrupted.

“Umm, four for us and I thought it would be a good idea to keep in touch with Martin and Diamond. These ones have a limited range—you need a communication tower to allow for a longer range—but the ship can boost the signal a little on its own, so--”

“Six cell phones. Got it,” Bulco cut her off again. “What else?”

Lana seemed to lose some of her excitement. “I got us four grav-boots, so we can walk on the moon’s surface.”

“That was some good thinking on your part, Lana,” Nori said encouragingly. “Is that all?”

“Well …” the dark-haired woman blushed. “I got another implant, a sensory enhancement one. It lets the user get detailed information on their personal view and also improves computer access.”

“Sounds like a handy tool,” Bulco nodded. “So what aren’t you telling us?”

“Well …” Lana looked down. “It has a prerequisite. A person has to have an Intelligence score of six to use it, and … well, it was a little pricey.”

Bulco frowned. “How much is ‘a little pricey’?”

Lana twiddled her thumb. “Five thousand piTec.”

“Five thousand! For an implant?”

“I will be able to use it next time I level up,” Lana said hurriedly. “I already put the point from the last level in Intelligence, so I’m already at five.”

“Lana,” Nori said in a serious tone, looking with fresh eyes at the piles of equipment. “Just how much did you spend on everything?”

She fidgeted uncomfortably. “Including the casing … eighty-five thousand.”

“What?”-- “WHAT?” Nori and Bulco exclaimed in unison. Even Nathan looked incredulous.

“That’s okay,” Lana said hurriedly. “Alzigo rounded it down for us and I talked him down on our interest. And he was kind enough to let us use the shuttle to get back.”

“Lana,” Nori said with a worried tone. “Just what sort of deal did you agree to?”

“It’s a good one,” she looked at them earnestly. “He started by asking for a three percent interest rate, but I got him down to one. We have to pay him in full within thirty days, or we’ll lose the shuttle. That ought to be plenty of time to accomplish everything, don’t you think?”

“Alright, I guess you did good,” Nori obviously relaxed. “One percent is pretty good. We’ll only have to pay him eight hundred fifty piTec as interest, that’s not too bad at all.”

“Ahem … the interest … its … well … it’s daily.” Lana said lamely.

“What?” Bulco yelled, nearly breaking out of his harness.

“Lana, that's over twenty thousand in total,” Nori said in exasperation.