Neil might be in the wagon, but he wasn't going to interrupt this brilliant theater. Whether she was lying or not, it amused him seeing Otto trying to bag a woman. So out of Neil's experience of the disapproving, ambitious man. For Neil's part, he laid back on some of the bagged material, hands behind his head. He let the sun keep him warm and the short walls of the wagon keep the wind off of him. One look his way and it just screamed 'laziness' to someone like Otto. He kept his ears perked and his eyes on them, however. When Emmaline caught his eye and winked, it was unexpectedly thrilling. He gave a grin and winked back, thinking the trip might be a bit more fun than he originally planned. 

"So..." Neil said, settling his crossed arms on the rim just behind them and right between them. Otto scowled and Emmaline stifled a giggle. Neil wasn't a hunk, but the sun in his eyes made him fairly picturesque, even with his messy hair. They were headed east, but the road had to curve which set them just before the western sun. "It's Silver that we're looking for, yeah? Or, that I'm looking for-" 

"You are looking for nothing, young man." Otto growled, keeping his voice down so as not to startle his fair guest. "Save to see if the mine is running. I will have you know it would be my right to strip you of your apprenticeship if I see fit, boy. Now go sit back down!" 

"Ok, but I just wanted to ask about, boundaries." He explained, clearly ignoring the last order. He gave a vague gesture as if trying to teach a layman his invention for his 'dissertation.' "So what if I'm in there and I happen on some silver, like a nugget of the stuff. Finders keepers, right?" Otto's face turning red and Neil's lip buttoning looked out of an Altdorf Press Comic. 

"Absolutely not!" He cried at Neil.

"Well, what if I was to give it to the lady?" He asked, indicating her with his hands, wiggling his brow for a moment.