It was evident that this 'John' and he had very different backgrounds. It wasn't just the language and the free way of talking. Tristan wouldn't dream of addressing a near stranger by their first name. But a dark alley with 'the shit kicked out of him' was hardly a place to argue about etiquette. Tristan was happy that he was still alive. He had thought...

He pushed the terrifying memory away.

"Don't worry about it," he said with a wry smile - something he immediately regretted on account of his bust lip. "I... thought I'd take a short cut." A short cut to where? "Stupid of course... Got mugged." He closed his eyes and frowned.