Archetype checked his pockets and found he only had 9,000.
"Damn... am I really that broke?" He said to himself as he fished around for even more money he may have had.
The white-haired woman watched Archetype struggle to find more cash, and walked over to him.
*sigh* "Just take it" She said as she handed him 6,000 zenny. Archetype looked at the money, then looked back at her. "Why are you helping me?" He asked.
"It's a long story." She said in her usual flat voice.
Archetype stared at her for a bit, still reluctant to take the money. "But, it doesn't make sense. Why would you even-"
The woman interrupted him and yelled, "Jesus Christ, just take the damn money, alright!?"
Everyone suddenly turned toward them, wondering what the shouting was about. Archetype looked around the room, seeing all eyes on him. "What? Nothing to see here, we're just having, um... a conversation." He announced, slightly embarrassed.
They turned back to what they were doing, and Archetype turned his attention back to the mystery woman. "... fine. I'll take the money."
"You're welcome." She said sarcastically.
(She's such a dick.
)