What a guy, punching through things and keeping to nonchalance. It does bother Neil, however; he quietly raises a hand and gestures to see the aforementioned injury. If the request is met with rejection, well-- There's nothing to do about that.

"Yet here I am," he replies. "At the beck and call of every fucker who has the caps or the mind to manipulate me. Shit." A labored exhale escapes his lips. "Didn't really grow up one bit, did I?"