[One corner of Del's mouth turns up in an almost-smile, and she taps the Fleet omnicorder on her hip.]

Not unless this thing's a liar.

[She turns and gestures back in the direction she came, then adds after a momentary hesitation]

Treat you to some of them, if you like?

[This world of the Confederacy may not deal in debts and repayments the same way hers does, but she figures the offer probably won't be taken badly -- and it'll satisfy her own sensibilities about reparations for her clumsiness.]