"You could say I'm well traveled," he admitted, losing his next card to a clever maneuver by Sayeeda. He blew out a sigh, flapping the bangs above his eyes. "But the same could be said of you, I guess." His dark eyes looked her up and down from behind the cards. The tight muscles, long legs, the marks and scars from battle and the slight lines along her face. Neil had seen a lot more than most in his time on Fortus and in space, but Sayeeda might have experienced more than him. Neil just didn't let things get to him, but he knew that he wasn't the wisest or most experience person around. There was always someone better. 

"You and I both know that kind of planet we're going to...there's going to be some discharging firearms." He said, losing a second card. Neil blinked, bewildered at how this girl was getting the better of him again. Maybe he hadn't played as much of this game as he'd initially thought. He shrugged. "Doesn't bother me too much. Just hope our target doesn't get popped before we make it there, or Gideon forbid, has been killed already." 

As Sayeeda played her next hand, Neil stretched and wriggled into a better position in the cushioned bench. "I don't think Gorlan'll feel too generous or kindly to us if that happens. Then again, if we steal the ship from him, that'll just be one more rich man I pissed off, and you likely as well." He laughed, and his thoughts drifted to the world they were going to. Who they would likely face.

"I would say I might sympathize with the rebels on Savran, being one myself. But then again, who isn't rebelling these days?" He thought aloud, hearing more than enough news on the grapevine about world after world falling to anarchy or bloodthirsty despots, or even finding liberty only to be invaded and killed by Xenos. Neil took a sip of his drink, savoring the flavor before playing both the Governer and the Governess, confident he had this game in the bag now. 
[@Penny]