Graverobber just sits and waits patiently, still whistling, still perched where he is. It's not like he's got anywhere fancier to be, and he's getting paid for this. As Kylo gets closer, he pulls open his coat and plucks one, two, three, four vials out from where he'd stored them.

"Got your supply right here," he says, holding them up and close to himself. Kylo doesn't seem like the type to try to snatch them and run, but hey, he's been wrong before. "You got the cash?"