"Don't see what you're looking for, my friend?" Spider asks, growing impatient. "Did your friend not tell you? When you pick up for the Drifter, you use the code words. You do not—"

You hold up your hand. Ghost transmats a Vanguard token into your waiting fingers. The message is clear: you stand with the Vanguard, not the Drifter.

Spider backpedals. "Now, now, my friend, I'm sure you can understand my position. Times are lean here on the Shore. And I'm but a simple businessman. I'll deal with anyone who comes through my door. If my business with the Drifter offends you so much, I would be pleased to cut off all relations with him… for the right price."