There are monkey boys in the facility
The man nods enthusiastically as he pulls a satchel up from beneath the table "Aye….Lots" and a cascade of bullets falls from the bag onto the table in front of Kimball. There must be a hundred rounds at least.Kimball cocks an eyebrow at the other man, but takes the pistol and examines it carefully. "Nice piece. Well-maintained. Got any ammunition to go with it?"
He sets the pistol on the table. "Argonne, you say? What's your name, soldier? Mine's Kimball, Jeff Kimball."
"Name's, eh, Jimmy Leigh. Nice to meet you Mr Kimball. Youse were 13th Cavalry yes. Saw action down Mexico way. Never been. Never been. Just France for me." Here he gets a far away look in his eyes and for a long while he just stares into the space above Kimball's head. Not moving except for the occasional twitch.
Then continuing as if there'd been no gap in the conversation "Bit hard up at the moment. Bullets come with the gun. Got it off a dead Officer. Just wouldn't let go of it he wouldn't. Awful tough the dead ones. Just keep on going and going they do."