Oh, what? People wanna create Magic Capitalism here? Jet snorts quietly at that. Systems of cash and exchange only go one way, don't they? Only one way he's aware of, anyway. They already got gods here. Don't need a one percent too.

Basically, he's in agreement.

"Don't need that shit." Systems of trade are good enough anyway, right? Hence his confusion here. Nobody's even monitoring this shit. What's to stop someone from seizing all of it?

Maybe there's a failsafe. Got no clue.

"Not gonna complain," he adds, now contemplating how much of this shit he could get away with wrapping up and packing away on his person. It's instinct, pure and simple. When food's available to you, you grab as much as you can, you eat regardless of whether you're hungry or not, and you hold onto whatever's left.