By now, Lexi had downed three Crown and Cokes, albeit more like Crown with splashes of Coke, the last one, she thought maybe she had just waved the Coke bottle close to the glass with no splash. The world was a soft, mellow place and she was very relaxed for the first time all day.<br/><br/>“So what you are telling me is, that Neo is like the “Devil you know” and sort of like your own personal pit bull? He is smart and resourceful. I believe I am drunk because I could swear I heard you make references to time periods that would make him a very old man had he truly lived there. And I can assure you that man is not old.”<br/><br/>Lexi pulled up a chair to watch Mr. von Engels typing into the computer and talking to her at the same time about two entirely different subjects. Her brain under the influence was quite fascinated with this process.<br/><br/>“I also heard that he is loyal to you and is sometimes swayed by your purpose and your opinions which tells me that Neo isn’t a hopeless sod.  So I’m gonna tell you, Mister von Engels, ( except it came out as Misser bon Iggles), What Neo did at the shop started as fun and just got out of hand. If you guys had not have come in the door, he and I would have had a good argument over it and probably worked it out. I think Neo and I are good together. I do trust him, on some gut instinct level. I don’t know if we will end up back in bed together but I will be really honest ( it came out weaally honess ) I want it too. I believe he knows about this ghost crap and from now on, I won’t be reading that book, but I will just follow his lead on this case. I think he knows something he hasn’t shared yet and and… well, I just do.”<br/><br/>Lexi tried to pace the floor but wobbled between furniture, catching hold of it to keep from weaving.<br/><br/>“I’m going to sleep and in the morning, you can tell Neo that we are all systems go on undercover. And I mean that in more than one way. Good night.”