The other man gives a quiet snort. "Try again, limey. I'm already in."

That's when it clicks for Neal. "You want me to join them? You. Want me. To join a crew that you're on."

"There you go. You got there in the end." Another swig from the beer before he sets the half-empty bottle on the table. "Come on, boys. Come sit down, have a drink, Caffrey can make us some breakfast, we'll hash it out."