Apparently, he was on the right track, because the guy, whom he would soon find out was called Neo, made somewhat of an affirmation to what Tristram had just said. He lowers his eyes slightly when Neo chastised him however about talking so forwardly of the Order, and he couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed. He knew better than to let things slip like that, but as of late he'd just been so on edge, and after his little bit of stalking it just shot his ability to think rationally and straight.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I won't make that mistake again, I promise..." He murmurs, not quite sure if his apology would even matter at that point, as Neo continued to talk. He knew of the 'crew' that Neo mentioned, but not of the other person who was spoken of, making Tristram tilt his head a bit. He wondered who this 'script kiddie' was that Neo spoke of, wondering if he was the reason they were there. No doubt it was a big reason they were here, though.<br/><br/>He also knew about there being eyes everywhere, spies and surveillance, keeping an eye out for malcontents or those who knew too much. His face turns red from the words that were said next, and he looks forward across the bar, continuing to 'watch' Neo from the corner of his eye. He didn't need to know those sort of things, and he highly doubted that the eyes of the city would be watching him do THAT sort of act. His cheeks turn a bit darker red at the way Neo said his name, there really was no reason to be flustered about it, but for Tristram this was really an odd conversation for him. He'd never heard someone talk the way Neo did, that was for sure. His eyes grow wide, and he almost let his eyes wander...Big hard WHAT?!? God this guy was something else!<br/><br/>Eventually he composed himself just in time for Neo to finish his drink, who then called out to the bartender, telling him he was finished and to put the cost on his tab. Tristram did not miss how Neo lit his cigarette and was quite amazed at how he did it. So...this guy was DEFINITELY different. After all this, Neo introduces himself, and at first, Tristram had to cover his mouth to hide the sudden smile that grew. Captain Candy Floss? He almost snorted in laughter, but quickly composed himself, coughing slightly before lowering his hand.<br/><br/>"I, uh, well, I think I'll just call you Neo." He pauses, turning to look at him directly, finally having relaxed a little bit, his hand moving away from his belt and both were resting on the bar. His cheeks were still a bit pink when he spoke up again. "Since, well, you know we can't talk...er...openly? here...then, maybe we could...talk somewhere a little more...private?" He didn't want to come off weird, but from what he could gather, Neo was here on the opposite end of the Order. "If not that's fine...I don't want you to feel like I'm trying to pull anything stupid or whatnot." He added this quickly, a quick smile forming before dropping just as quickly off his face.