The opiate that is Med-X works near instantly, and Neil struggles to keep his mind from slipping. There's the sensation of liquid, of cool temperature and of release, but the man tries not to pay them any mind. Especially at the sensation of pulling skin, the needle prick sensations spreading across his forehead. He keeps his attention on the question and tries not to wince.

"One, why would I go to a gang when I know how to make my own chems? Two, drugs suck. Food is better." So much better. He blinks tiredly. "Three, I just didn't want to spend your caps."