Had Neil been across the room, he might have enjoyed the display. Well, he did enjoy somewhat regardless. However, after having sat here and bought her the drink, he felt a weird sense of responsibility to make sure this girl was at least somewhat comfortable. No one would accuse of him being one of the Cavaliers of Ganymede, but unlike most of the wretches or holy men of the galaxy, he did have a conscience, as much as he tried to hide it. 

He glanced at the bartender and grinned. "You're suddenly lucid." 

"She's been here a time or two before." The bartender said, somewhat defensively. "Never at the same time as you, though." 

“I haven’t seen you here before,” she said, shaking her head to disperse a spray of droplets and doing further violence to her already disheveled hair before extending a hand.

“I’m Jocasta Ap’Gwyn… Jill of All Trade and Unfortunately Grounded Captain.” 

Neil was bemused. Normally he would have been told to either get lost or to buy more drinks, but she extended him a hand. Gingerly, he took it and shook her hand. She was fair skinned, which meant she hadn't been on-world overly long. Two long years, Neil had been stuck on Allur Sahar, and he honestly had little to complain about it. A rarity here, but it was his kind of planet. His skin had turned two shades darker, and due to his brown eyes and black hair, he almost seemed a local save for the subtle shape of his nose and the lack of a full beard. 

"Neil Edwards, Jack of all thieves and fortunately free to help." He said easily, and raised his hand to catch the bottle of malt liquor he had been drinking a few minutes ago. The weight and half filled liquid shook his arm gently, but he caught it with an effortless dexterity. Turns out, Neil had been watching the man he had thrown the chair in front of. The tough had decided to thrown Neil's bottle at him, dangerously close to Jocasta's head, and Neil had been talented enough to act like it was a friendly toss. 

"For starters, stand up." He told her. It was her turn to look incredulous, but after a few moments of his infectious grin, she did as she was bid. Gods, even her slipping off the stool was a spectacle, he thought. Neil slid off as well, and removed his jacket. He held a hand out to let her know he was not trying anything untoward, and carefully slid his jacket around her waist to cover her up. He tied the arms snugly, just below her belly button. 

"Thanks," she said, honestly touched in a small way. "I assume you're not giving me the jacket permanently..." 

"Right," He said. 

"Which means you want us to get to know each other better." 

"You did say you wanted a decent sanitation unit." He pointed out, and took another swig of his bottle. "I happen to have access to one, at least, if you promise to give me your story."