After Neil had designated that the bottle was not filled with cleaner, he took a few good swigs and decided that the 'balls deep' approach was the way to go. He was not in the mood for being anything but blunt when it came to himself or his wants at the moment, so he simply sat down and drank to his hearts content. Though as he listened to Junebug, he did grow to worry. Apparently it was written clear as day on his face and he chuckled in embarrassment. 

"As long as you're ok, and you're not bullshitting to get out of it." he said, pointing a finger at her. "Though you do look a little younger. And you're usually pretty sexy but right now you look sexy as hell. Also I'm going to change the subject now."

"By what you mean with Saxon and Sven, you mean when you were knocked out?" Neil asked. He bit his tongue, remembering that he had announced to himself that he had romantic feelings for Sayeeda, thinking she was dying and wondering why he chose to stay rather than run away from his problems like he often did. He gulped down the last bit of the bottle of...whatever this drink was and he tossed the empty bottle out the window to shatter into the alleyway. It had dried blood and rocks, what was some glass? 

"I caught you in the MH-350 before you hit the ground and booked it out of the fight. I went down two alleys, trying to be as careful as I could be with you but...I might have bruised your ribs a bit more." he was sitting forward now, elbows on his knees and hands on his face, rubbing it. "You were out like a light so I put you in the cockpit and I killed our pursuers a bit less gracefully than I usually do. I found Sven and Saxon at the rendezvous point." 

"Didn't I get a medi pack? I vaguely remember that." Sayeeda replied. 

"Yeah, Saxon gave it to you." Neil said, yawning. She looked at him incredulously, obviously confused on why the Xenos would help her way back then when he was basically still a foe. Neil looked at Junebug and paused. "I um..." he began, trying to find the words. "He knew that the only way I'd move was if you were ok enough to do so too." 

He shrugged, leaning back and looking away to defuse the moment. "And that was when Taya called us and told us about the Terrans and, well, you have the rest." 

"So," he began, trying to change the subject yet again. By the Gods this woman could shake his entire foundation with only a look. "I say we have one of three options for what we're doing tonight." He still hadn't looked back at her. "We can either steal for money, go treasure hunting, or break the Highlander apart for parts but I'm not for the last option, and I'm thinking you aren't either. So I guess we'll need to brave the dangers of whatever-the-fuck." 
[@Penny]