[Now that Chrissy has her hands on the gun, it gives him a little extra security to reach for the guy's wrists and keep them held tight against his back with his other hand, just in case he thought he might do something funny with them.

The idea that they've gone through all this effort to just to rob the compound of some money makes him laugh outright.]

You dense motherfucker. Where's the cosmic ash?

[The laughter is completely gone as Johnnie snarls that question out. He can see the guard visibly swallow against his blade, confusion on his face.]

Th- there's samples in the gift shop, but we don't keep most of it here. I don't know where it goes, though. If you come back tomorrow you can just buy some, and ask about where to get more. There's brochures, you can just mail order it...

[He trails off, like he's hoping he's said enough to be let go, but Johnnie has more questions, especially because that's such a goddamned obnoxious answer. Yeah right, come back to get arrested, sounds cool.]

Who do you work for? Who owns this place?

[The guard looks especially confused to be asked this, but,]

Txoria Mining Corporation? You idiots could have just found all this out by coming to the gift shop tomorrow...

[He stops as a fresh rivulet of blood trickles down his throat, courtesy of Johnnie reminding him not to keep talking once he's answered a question.]

That what it says on his badge, Chrissy?