He had your last name. It's a good thing I like you so much, Ms. Adler.

[ neal has a habit of handing out little truths like they're presents, far nicer than any trinket he's picked up and doled out along the way.

irene's kith and kin, or as near as neal allows himself to have: she'll read the echoes under simple truth, pain and desperation and the utter surety this is one leap he won't land gently on.

but he's not here to speak of that, either. ]

I might, if it comes down to it. For now, I think it's time to pay an anonymous visit to one of our more... explosively prepared friends onboard.

[ homeboy's looking to steal himself a gun. ]