It's Neil who picks up the subtleties despite the lack of answers, and he discretely pokes a finger at Alex's ribs. Hard.

Except it is too late. Knight Xavier's caught onto the mention of Hidden Valley, and Neil thinks of how naive he was all those years ago, traversing ignorantly through the Capital Wasteland, thinking things were perfectly uncomplicated in their complications. Stupid asswipe. Stupid nineteen-year-old self.

There's a choice to be made. A choice that involves risks. And Neil would rather mitigate those risks. "Kill him," he murmurs to Alex. "Xavier."

The man who hasn't the slightest intention to stand down.