"Good night, Miss Davis," Rattus responded in kind. "And please sleep well, you are going to need all the energy you can get for tomorrow's operations."<br/><br/>As Lexi headed out to her room, Rattus kept inputting numbers into the spreadsheet in his laptop. And as soon as the blonde woman was out of sight, Rattus then pulled out his flask once again and drank from it, before he continued working. And even while working on his spreadsheets, the businessman pondered about how Lexi viewed Neo as a person. If he regarded the alchemist as a despicable but much-needed personality, she thought otherwise, if her trust and faith in him was any indication. She also did not seem to entertain the idea that Neo was an immortal, instead believing that the man was not old at all. To the arms dealer, it appeared as if Lexi was thinking that age and youthfulness were inclusive to each other, especially in regards to immortals. Rattus then thought to himself that maybe the question of whether she would believe anything about the Order being staffed by immortals is already irrelevant, mainly because his focus lies in the case itself.<br/><br/>The night has passed on. But Rattus didn't seem to care about this natural passage of time, as evidenced by him not sleeping and, instead, opting to finish his spreadsheets. He didn't care about the sun rising on the horizon as it shone through the windows of the apartment, neither did he pay attention to the increasingly louder sounds of the city's busy day as it started. For the arms dealer, there was only him and his spreadsheets, aside from his guard duty for the night, which were periodically punctuated by him drinking from his flask. He was not a stranger to sleepless nights himself, if his field experience indicated anything.<br/><br/>And so, the night turned into morning, and Rattus kept typing on his spreadsheets, sitting on the same spot he chose last night, and still fully focused on his work.