Quentin smiles at Kyle like he's looking a meek little animal. "Aw. He's right babe."

"Maybe the T Mobile kiosk can give you a SIM card," he suggests even if he can't imagine whoever fit them with the Scrywatches would allow for any other means of communication.

He leans against Kyle to get a better look at those photos as he flips through them. "What did that say? What are you taking pictures of on this thing? How come you asked for your phone if you can't call anyone?"