Neo was caught off-guard but was amused by Tristram's ultimate reaction of forcefully yanking him out of the bar. It seemed like, indeed, he was vindicated when he heard a couple people in the bar pointing towards their direction and seemingly accusing them of homosexual activities. What Tristram did, for him, was not a manifestation of maturity but of tranquil fury, much like a controlled explosion caused by Neo's very precise surgical strikes on his character and patience.<br/><br/>Once inside Tristram's dorm room, the first thing he did was to take a look around quickly. What he saw gave him the impression that Tristram, even if he was concerning himself about the City's situation, was still a typical contemporary teenager. Neo was reminded that he, himself, never quite remembered his teenage years clearly, which made him question when did his days of youth really end. But it was not his main concern during that time.<br/><br/>He then pulled out his phone, and started calling.<br/><br/>"This is Rattus Engels speaking, what services do you require?" A familiarly monotonic voice answered.<br/><br/>"Ey yo." Neo said, puffing smoke. "It's me."<br/><br/>"Okay, Mister Langraad, what do you want now?" Rattus asked again.<br/><br/>"I've got someone 'ere who's onna' know 'bout dis whole shitstorm, Ratt." He told him directly.<br/><br/>"Tell me his name and various personal details." Rattus told him.<br/><br/>"Can't handle a lil' bantz, got butthurt 'n' dragged me to 'is room." Neo's cigarette was half-consumed. "Wanna talk ta 'im? He still mad, tho'."<br/><br/>"Your attitude precedes your capabilities." Rattus was somewhat complaining about Neo's tendency to insult people for the sake of amusement. "Alright, hand your mobile phone to him."<br/><br/>Neo then handed his phone to Tristram, saying "Mah boss wanna talk to you, man. Tell 'im the shit you know."