[The term newbies flies right over Maria's head, not understand the phrasing. She's not even certain what realm of dream, nightmare, or reality this is yet.

A trade, however, is more than clear. She would prefer to repay this man's kindness somehow, but her person is spare of valuables. The fanciful broach on her cravat isn't something to part with, but she has something that may be of value, even if it no longer functioned.

Reaching into her coat, unceremoniously, she produced a heavy and dust stained blunderbuss. It had soaked in the rain and wouldn't fire more than a couple shots, but made for an effective blunt weapon when she had exhausted it. She didn't mind parting with it, not one for sentiment towards a weapon, not anymore. Pushing it into the middle of the counter, it's an offer of exchange]

If it is to your taste, good sir, take it. Too damp and empty to fire, but it will dry. [she might have powder and ammunition in a pocket, but no longer loaded. The locals may have something to say about this transaction, but Maria knows nothing of them yet. She knows she would prefer bandages and treatment over her weapon]