Derek lands on Newark station flying a brand new ship he had just brought in Munich. He jumps out and walks in to the bar.
"Give me a tall one Sophie, need to loosen up a bit."
*OH! Sounds like you had a hard day paying for that Train of yours, you must of fainted just handing the dealer your credit card.*
"I so love your sarcasm. But no, that baby right there is the newest one on the market called an "Advanced Train". Holds an extra 1000 cargo hold from what I was using before."
*Impressive... How much it cost you then?*
"Meh, pocket money really. Just a hundred million."
*ONE HUNDRED MILLION CREDITS! ... Pocket money? ... Derek, you and your damn wallet.*
"First one ever sold as well. Jealous much?"
*Pfft, I have my bar. That's all I need. Now then, finish your drink and be on our way.*
"Fine fine, I'll leave you to it then."
Derek finishes his drink, looking silly with fizz still on his face. Sophie made sure not to point it out to him.