He takes the phone, holding it thoughtfully before shrugging slightly and holding it back out with a slightly sad, mostly apologetic smile.

"I don't have a phone," Reno explains, chewing one side of his bottom lip with a small shrug, reaching up to scratch the edge of one eyebrow.

"I'm not a legal citizen...I don't have the identification they want for a cellular contract and I didn't want to waste money all the time on burners. I've had to save a lot...chasing you down wasn't cheap," the Turk barks a soft, helpless laugh. It hadn't amounted to much, all those trips, bribes, fake IDs left and right.

"It's okay. I'll figure something out and we'll talk about it at lunch, right?"