The question seems to throw him off, but he recovers quickly enough, taking a quick visual inventory, hands on hips and expression only a little puzzled. There's definitely stuff to sell, here. Definitely. Hey, turns out you don't have to know much about something to sell it, actually. Sometimes you can just flat out lie about what something is and sell it anyway, even. Not that he'd do that here, not to Drifter. He owes them...something.

"Got, uh-- One of these. Some, some this business here." He wince-grins after shuffling through a few questionable wares one by one, bless his alien heart. "Some snacks, maybe?"