"Ah," the Medicine Seller breathed, relaxing back now that the prospect of Kirk doing a musical number was no longer in the cards. "Then you have my sincerest gratitude."

So much so he actually tried to sound sincere and not like a bored asshole.

As far as Rifters looking out for each other... well. Kirk wasn't wrong, and the Medicine Seller rather hated that fact. Despite having very little in common, there was a thin green thread that bound them all together, and that was a source of deep ire. Still, one good turn deserves another.

"If there is ought I can do for you, you need only ask."