John took Neo to a place with fewer cockroaches and less bombardment from District 9's people.
From this secluded place, John could see the rows of cockroaches invading District 9's barrier, and the situation was a mess.
The man didn't stay outside of the contracted space and quickly returned while leaving behind a few words for Neo.
[Neo, just hide somewhere and wait for the commotion to calm down, okay?]
He's afraid that Neo would be shot to death or eaten by giant cockroaches.
Neo nodded at John's words and hid his tiny slime body inside the bushes.
The searchlight was still sweeping over the entire forest, shooting at any cockroaches and people.
Neo had not seen those people with cars and motorcycles, only densely-packed cockroaches.
The dazed little slime couldn't help but think about those criminals.
Where were they?
