"I'll be sure to do that first thing. You know how I can get ahold of one? Don't have much cash on me, much less anything they might take here." He could probably find odd jobs, but he doesn't know if bounty hunters are needed, or even wanted here.

Johnny blinks. "These? They're my mutation. I can see just fine with them. Better than most people, and a fair bit besides that." That very much understates the true ability of his eyes, but he's not one to talk big about himself when it's not necessary. People have always either heard it through wildly exaggerated second-hand rumors or been on the receiving end, and in both cases, it really didn't matter if they knew exactly what he could do or not.

"What kind of missions do you usually take? You look like you pack a lot of firepower by yourself already, can't imagine what you'd need six for."

Johnny's quiet for long enough to make the silence uncomfortable. "I used to. I had a partner called Wulf. We went everywhere together. He was a viking from the twelfth century, believe it or not. I saved his life on a time job and he wouldn't let me leave without him. Heh. He was always stubborn like that. Best twelve years of my life." He exhales sharply. "McNulty too. Those were better days."