Falcon was neither sad nor lonely, but he was very much loaded and wasn't about to sit and watch Samus get sold off to Char or Bowser or Majima. It was simply not an option.

He'd kept quiet until now, leaning against the back wall and brooding into his sunglasses, gauging the situation and seeing just how far these creeps were willing to go.

But now was the time. Now was the time to put that ridiculously extravagant racer-slash-bounty hunter paycheck to good use.

"Ten thousand."