Neil's right eye twitches, the reaction nearly imperceptible. Aware of the slip, he blinks properly to cover the response. There's a wide disconnect between himself and his body, as if the synapses aren't firing their signals. Unaware of the other man's thoughts, he begins to consider if he might be in shock.

"Personal details," he murmurs to himself. Things like a name, physical features (obviously), perhaps even his words-- Neil blinks innocently, his mind stuttering in its attempts to move on. He would have to look at the label later to get the details, but right now--

(He just wants to stop.)

"You said there were a couple of things," Neil says clearly. "What was the other thing?"