"No trouble." He reaches for a cigarette. "She's just being Ma. Reminding me not to be late for this big dinner she's throwing."

Morrigan's acting like a phone is something special -- this one sure isn't, just your basic piece of shit -- but he hands it over. "Hey. Knock yourself out, use it all you want." Where's she gonna call on his dime, Mars? With a little laugh, he lights his cigarette, setting the bright blue Bic lighter down next to the pack of smokes.

"It's just an old piece of crap. Probably couldn't break it if you tried."