Samus took in the exchange, and in her own almost simple heart, she knew the result should have been obvious. 'Oh did I hit you?' 'Yes.' 'My apologies.' Move forward, continue. This was ... beyond what she figured. But justice was still involved? Yes?

So ... the non-assaulted dwarf owed money? Samus set the cart-owner on the ground, but still kept her grip firm on his collar.

"Wait ... you owe this man currency? For what?"