What, no peoples to barter with? No place that desperately needs spelunking?

[He talks big, but he's staring intently at potholders to avoid looking directly at her. He only looks up at her reaction to the bear-carcass workout shirt.]

...You know what? You're right. And I'd have to WEAR anything we fish out of here... [Seriously. Ugh.] Let's get out of here, Somewhere where the pickings are better. But first, I think I definitely owe you a drink now.