"Good." He's relieved at her tolerance; at least she's accustomed to accepting situations, instead of arguing against them tooth and nail. The purpose of their venture now accomplished, he finds himself hovering awkwardly. He feels a little belatedly guilty for fobbing her off like this. He stands there, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet, wondering what to do, before another thought occurs to him, mercifully.

"Oh, and - one other thing." He holds out a hand and produces a phone, quite like the one he has, miserable little device, but useful nonetheless. He holds it out and hands it to her. "This is for you."