Halax holds his coins steady. He doesn't know what they'd do against an Inquisitor, but the comfortable cold of metal on his fingertips keeps him calm.
"Well, you don't." Halax replies, pushing a coin ever so slightly forward between two of his fingers with his thumb. "I don't think we've ever met before?"
Halax downs a vial of steel mixed with hot chocolate (the texture is quite nice, actually), and quietly prepares a few coins, tucking them between his fingers.
Fadran hands Queen a friendship bracelet. He made it himself--which means its frayed at the edges, its covered in... something, and you're not sure what it's made of.