"Well, it sounds like your life is kinda similar to mine," Neil admitted as he lounged on the couch he stole from a low-tier kingpin after he was ousted by an alliance of local gangs. 

"Oh yeah, we have [i]so[/i] much in common." Jocasta replied from across the small den. Neil grinned, hearing the tease in her words. She had not assumed anything about him, it was a knowingly facetious joke, taking his words to be flirtatious when clearly they had not been. "By the way, I don't mean to be the type of girl to steal from a host, but..." 

"Check the bottom left drawer in the closet, you'll find some clothes. Might be a little small for you, but it shouldn't be too much of a squeeze." Neil remarked. Jocasta said something to herself that he could not quite hear, and she strutted into the closet. Neil lay his head back, and a few minutes later, she stepped out. 

"Well, you weren't kidding." She deadpanned. The clothes had been his ex's, and they had been far less voluptuous than Jocasta. Still, the bodyglove and the fashionable jacket looked as natural on her as stripes on a Certilian Jungle Cat. "I'm surprised you offered this. I thought you were after... well, me without clothes." 

Neil grinned, an infectious grin if there ever was one. "Normally I would be, and I would be lying if I said I am not immensely interested in that, but you needed help and I'm not the type of ganger to take advantage." She took the explanation with a slight skepticism, but there was an appreciation in her eyes. The woman marched over to plop onto the couch beside Neil, albeit at arm's length. 

"Well then, what kind of ganger are you?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

"I'm the kind you need, and the kind that needs you." He said. "And not in the way you might think." He kicked the table by his feet, and a mechanism was sprung that sent an ice cold beverage shooting out from a small shute Neil had jerry-rigged, launching upwards between them. He had installed a mini-freezer beneath the sheets in the floor, and after dismantling a moneylending machine and adding a few automated springs, it was a smooth way to get a drink. To his surprise, Jocasta caught the bottle before he did, not expecting her to go for it at all. Neil pursed his lips as she winked at him. "Let me guess... you're a bounty hunter, looking for a way off this rock after you get your mark?" 

She stopped mid-sip. 

Neil ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed. "Tattoo on your left ass cheek...Hey, don't look at me like that! You pressed against the glass, I wasn't trying to peek! Anyway, I need help with something that requires your expertise, and I can help you get your man. We help each other, than we get the hell off Neo-Elam. Sound good, or do you want to be stuck here until the blockade ends in 4 decades?"