"Two things," Bea replied as she walked toward Lobo's table.
"Bullets, and the guns that fire them."
She came to a stop before the man, but only so she could select a chair. She doubted he would offer her one, anyways. Something about him, and Trax, for that matter, just didn't seem to say "Hospitality".
"Hence the present I handed over to your man. Thats not the specific reason for why I wanted to speak to you, though. The specific reason is that I'm trying to track a specific gun, and the specific person wielding it. The same person, and the same gun, as it happens, that executed two of your soldiers in the empty lot on (blank) and (blank). So, I thought to myself, Lobo and I might have mutual interests in mind."