Pierce attempts to inaudibly guffaw as he hears the no-money excuse. "What a crock," he mutters as he raises his body off the wall and turns to leave the bridge, deciding against it as he stops in the frameway. He turns back toward the others, "They guarding something juicy down below, Damon, something worth shooting me over and putting guns up to my head," he shows his plasma-scorched arm as proof of his revelation.