That's probably the first time Neal's been told such a thing — most people can't begin to reach his level of polished — but he doesn't immediately discount that he could appear similar to someone else. He has some experience that suggests he ought to keep an open mind, especially by now. Still, this whole scenario puts him on edge and he can't seem to shake the feeling that he should probably just walk away.

Too bad he's not so good at doing that unless there's a gun pointed in his direction.

He nods and goes back to his phone. Neal he writes, showing it to the man and then pointing back at him questioningly. He'd like to know who here's trying to talk to here. Maybe to know who to avoid later.