"S'in Gil. Think you can handle the exchange rate on a bunch'a gold coins?" Reno smirked and crossed his arms, leaning back against his dresser. "Rude and I each got five-hundred in the pot. We toss in another fifty every month. If he notices before she tackles him, Rude gets the pay. If Tseng continues to have a stick up his ass and Elena gets fed up with it and does somethin' first, which you know is gonna happen, then I get the Gil."