The man snorts. "What? Listen, you think I'm gonna just scrape off the fruit and sell that? What am I gonna do with the bottom half? You want fruit, go to the green-grow produce guys."

Rena sighs, a quiet sound Maria might barely catch. He was certainly being rude, but no reason to stoop to his level. She glances back at Maria and smiles, meeting her look.

"Shall we share, then? We can pay half each, and it won't be as expensive."