"A fair estimate. I'm feeling cautiously optimistic - so less than two groons, if we're lucky."

Primus, please let it be less than two, Mirage grumbled internally. He just wanted his processor ache wiped clean so he could actually enjoy his mandatory downtime after the botched mission.

He shrugged weakly at Cliffjumper's question, waving a hand.

"As for what we're betting... What would you prefer? Credit chits are always an option, upon others."