"I doubt that you'd get the same distance with a napkin," Neena chuckled, "Though it certainly would throw people off when one came floating in their face and exploded." Napkins were so harmless after all, but if he was throwing napkins, it'd definitely throw off the whole rogueish Cajun thing he had going for him.
Neena smirked, "If only that luck extended to the craps table. Otherwise I'd be using the transporter to come here and spend my time in Atlantic City hustling the casinos out of their cash. But no, I'd like to enjoy my evening. Though...it is sort of fun getting into those situations. That was half the fun of being a mercenary."