"Such as?" asked Neal. That device had him all sorts of paranoid; it wasn't your standard iPhone, and the man was poking at it while hiding in the FBI building stairs. Better to keep him talking, hanging around, maybe draw him back to a floor where he could have someone call Peter behind this guy's back. This was not the behavior of the innocent, and Neal would certainly know.

He hopped down the steps, getting closer to Eli to hold his hand out for a shake. "We haven't even introduced each other yet. Neal Caffrey. What brings you here, anyway? I know this place pretty well, maybe I can get you where you want to go."