"M'kay, Trissy." Neo puffed smoke upwards. "Ya' kno' wat ya' sound like to e'erybody 'ere? Ya' look 'nd sound like yo' wanna git sum dick in yo' boypussy befo' I pay ya' haffa gran' when we don', ya' faggot. What, 's dat part of yo' plan to not get noticed, huh? Man da fuck up." He said discreetly to him.<br/><br/>Neo was still somewhat still astonished that Tristram, who is someone he considered as a bit of a milquetoast, had in his mind the disturbing conspiracy that surrounded the Academy City. He expected someone of Tristram's age to be more concerned with his own life, like his personal hobbyhorses or the dying urges of his youthful exuberance. Nonetheless, Neo was somewhat relieved that he found a physical accomplice in this city. He, however, wished that it was someone more sure of himself. For him, it would be a compromise to their concealment as a group if someone was found out due to carelessness. And by the, he and anyone in the Order will not know what do to.<br/><br/>Blowing some more smoke, Neo left a couple bills of on the bar counter. "Yo, keep tha' fuckin' change. Thanks." he yelled at the bartender. He turned to Tristram and said in a hushed tone, "If yanno any place 'ere that ain't havin' eyes watchin' on us to damn death, ya' take da' point. I ain't too familiar wit' dis fuckin' college-'n'-dorm city."