"Really?" He asked, his tone suggestive as he leaned in closer. "Maybe you can show me the technique someti-" 

Cygi popped between them and flared red, blaring a bugle from the 1800s as huge letters flashed [b]WARNING: DO NOT TOUCH[/b] in Neil's face. The light stung his eyes and he involuntarily jumped from the sudden noise. Cygi's barrier disappeared almost as quickly as it came, though she began to march between Neil and Jocasta like she was stationed at a picket line, a musket with a bayonet leaning against her shoulder as she strutted between them. Neil bonked his head with the heel of his hand thrice, and shook his head. 

"Ow..." He complained. 

"What about you stud?" Jocasta asked, clearly amused. 

"What about what?" Neil asked, grabbing another slice of pizza. He bit into it, and he marveled at how good it still was. 

"You said you were in the army?" She asked, looking over. 

"I did some ground work as a spy, but that wasn't much. I was mostly an engineer and a mech pilot. In the Valk war on Fortus. Or I was until I got tired of it, hence the bounty." He waved a finger once, as if scratching off a check mark.