After driving back into the city, Neo looked at the coffee shop beside them and said:
"I want some coffee."
Kallen, who was driving, replied, "Squadron Leader, I believe in your abilities, but you ought to spare a thought for the young lady inside."
It was already the small hours. Any coffee shop still open at this time certainly wasn't in the business of selling proper coffee.
And Neo's chest had practically been pulverized. One could imagine the shock the young lady would suffer when she peeled off his clothes to provide her front-side services. It might well leave her with lasting professional trauma.
"I simply want a cup of coffee. I'm thirsty. Buy me some."
"There's water in the car."
"I've lost a lot of blood. I want something with flavor. Remember to get extra sugar."
Kallen slowed down, but didn't stop.
"I'll modify this car for you."
The car stopped.
Kallen unfastened his seat belt and got out. Soon, he returned with a pot of coffee and a coffee cup.
He poured himself a cup first, then handed the coffee pot straight to Neo.
Neo held the pot with difficulty, put his mouth to the spout, and drank straight from it.
As Kallen drank his coffee, he kept an eye on the seat. He was very worried that when Neo drank, his body would leak like a showerhead.
Neo said irritably, "I already promised to modify it for you. The seat cushions will definitely be replaced."
"I trust you, Squadron Leader."
"Can I communicate with the Mad Pope?" Neo asked. "Like how I used to argue with Phileas. Now I can only listen to that old Bloodthirsty Otherworldly Demon's nonsense. It's a little lonely."
"That probably isn't possible. I think this is probably a kind of totem that