"Never gave anyone the ole razzle dazzle?" he asks, then pulls a single bullet from his ammo pouch to use as an example and tosses it her way. "These-- .38's. I could trade you some smokes if you have any. Otherwise I'll just have to improvise."

While he gives the stranger the chance to examine it, he moves across the room to search for anything useful; specifically medical supplies, since its unlikely he'll find anything in the way of ammo. There's a minor dance-like quality in each step he takes, but it's casual, just a bit of fun to keep the vibes light.