The group of burly men around him startef to make Neal anxious. He was never the violent type, but he gently laid his fingers over the solid pool ball before he next spoke. "If you guys are looking to make me feel uncomfortable, you're doing a great job. Really." At this point it felt like it was too soon to give up.
"You all seem pretty ready to make me your enemy. I want to get out of here just as badly as you do." That certainly wasn't a lie. He had a room full of priceless Nazi treasure waiting for him.
"Maybe Neal is here somewhere." He motioned to the closed door to the supply room. "Anyone catch his name?"