Neil blinked, not expecting that. The guy smiled, and then realized for once he didn't know what to do. Usually he would be far more forward, but he didn't know the proper etiquette with someone after the experiences they had earlier today. But more importantly, this girl was quite a bit like him, in a lot of ways. A poor station in life and doing her best to rise above it the only way she could. "Hey, it's no problem," He said, playfully nudging her shoulder with his. He took a huge swig of the spirit, letting it burn down inside him before he handed it back to her. "Besides, it's nice to talk to someone honestly for once, about being dishonest, you know?" Quickly, he turned to her and he added. "I mean, not in a pathetic way. More in a wounded lone wolf sort of fashion." 

Trying to hide a smile, he bit into his own apple again. In the firelight, his dark hair had the richness of copper, but her hair really looked like spun gold. It was a bit mesmerising, and it was hard not to just look at it. Which reminded him. "So um, if you wanted to... that gold shipment is still showing up tomorrow... and we got a skiff..." 

Truth be told, there would be a lot of boats out on the kick off for Black Powder week. It was just a matter of sliding in close enough to board from behind and grabbing what they could. If they could just get a handful, they could be rich enough to buy a share in some posh merchant company, or more realistically Neil could buy food, drink, and more explosive equipment! 

"And if that goes well and we don't end up in jail, I'll bring you back here and show you something exciting, if you don't want to skip town by then." He said, and then gave her a sly look. "Though I doubt you'd want to miss it. So, should we shake on it or...?"