Neal's only so lucky as to have missed the rumors, although he's never feared them, at least not in this life. More often that not, rumors have only helped to bolster the somewhat preternatural abilities he's relied upon as long as he could remember, and he's liked that. It's given him a greater edge over the others — particularly his contemporaries (if any such exist beyond Mozzie, that is).

Gesturing towards the counter in questioning, he notes he understands where the money should go, then offers Wes a thumbs up and a broad smile. He hadn't intended to buy anything — he doesn't yet have the money to do that — but he also hasn't felt settled enough to use his arguably sticky fingers to any affect in this town, either. Give him time.

Tipping an imaginary hat, he turns on his heel and wanders off, utterly intrigued and now interested in finding the man who supposedly shares a likeness. Not to mention doing a little more research on Wes, who happens to be particularly intriguing in his own right.