"Internet." Dodger says slowly, taking the small, thin box into his hand and examining it.

There's only one button on the front, a couple small things on the edge, and... none of it does anything. He shakes it by his ear, and that does nothing either. There's nothing credible about the story, but... some sucker might be able to take it seriously.

"The hell is this thing, then?" It's certainly not anything he'd call a phone. He's more used to the rotary variety.

But either way, he's pocketing it for later. And it's clear he doesn't care whether Tim wants it back or not.