"Stranger? Wow, not much for elaboration, are you?" Greed gives a smile and steps forward to look through the rifles, seeing how damaged any appear to the untrained eye. Generally speaking, he couldn't give a damn about carrying the irritating things. "What kind of cube? Seems we could use another job, since this one seems fairly rolled up. And it is for the public good, anyways. We really can't say no, right guys?"