[Tarvek studies the phone in his hand. It is a peculiar shade of flesh-tone beige. It is made of some kind of resin. It has the most disturbing coiled umbilical cord.]

[He wants to take it apart, but when he tries his head hurts...]

[He mopes, silently...but appreciates the advice, regardless.]

I'll... work on that, Airman. Thank you.

It's good to know we're the primary users. And I've been told there are limited ways of blocking people from listening... I suspect I'll learn.

I'm afraid I'll have to....