Ronan stares at that mask for a good long moment, attempting in vain to discern whether this guy is joking or not. That's an absurdly generous offer. If Ronan did indeed have to go out and search the streets for this nonexistent drug, he would probably never be able to acquire enough pills to trade for a scanner like that. Unless this guy is trying to pass along some knock-off, that would be... hundreds of pills.

"Listen, man." He can't just agree to this. No other dealer could. "I don't want you going to the trouble of getting me something I can't pay for, and then you're all pissed off at me and my head ends up on a spike or whatever you guys do. Let me just... see what I can rustle up first. We'll work out the payment once I'm sure I can deliver."