Neal took a shower first, pondering how to welcome the girl he and Dorian invited to join in the Brotherhood that was now downstairs in his house. The girl he had had met someone in the X-Institute. This would complicate things a bit. For sure, some of the X-Men were assigned to keep an eye on this girl. He'd have to take her everywhere he went, for he didn't trust her to be alone at the moment, and he was sort of on the run. It wouldn't be to long until they traced him to this Mansion as Loika once visited this place and got a hold of him, until then however, he would have to deal with the girl. After his shower, he changed and went to the stairs quietly, looking down at the girl on his couch.
"Hey Blonde." He said finally making his presence known as he strode down the stairs. He rubbed at his head with a towel and threw it over the railing before walking downstairs and continued to walk into the kitchen and grabbed a small glass of brandy, downing the burning substance in one gulp before staring at the counter in front of his new recruit. Neal saw the newspaper in front of her, set in the center table. His name was in the Newspaper, they knew who he was, and what he had done, and authorities really were looking for him. He must have gotten on someone high ups hit list if the scale had gotten to showing his picture in the newspaper.
So without a word, he quickly went to Skye's place, sat down in a chair across from her and leaned back, staring at the girl, surveying her carefully as he grabbed the paper. He smiled at her before reading the title of the article, and throwing it on the trash bin.
"So you read about me?" He paused, blink and proceed, "Well, in trying to destroy me, they are also destroying mutants' future. But whoever supporting my ideology are trying to build and preserve their reputation. Yes I admit I am notorious for my vulgarity, coarseness, racism, penchant for barefaced lying, tortures and murders but humans deserve these. Right? " He said and smirked at her, watching her reactions to him.
"Oh and don't get me wrong, I and the Brotherhood Team aren't the bad guys here. We're not the adversaries to humans. Humans don't need adversaries who'll ruin their lives. They have only to look at themselves. Actually, they should instead have sense of propriety to stop fighting with us and accept their fate as our slaves. But, of course, that is like asking a crocodile to eat apples." He said smiling.
"Anyway, I noticed you haven't changed your clothes yet since yesterday so I asked your Sisters here to donate some of their old dresses..." He paused and grinned. "They are now in your room." she said, showing some ridiculous niceness into his face.