It's fun watching her examine the phone like a kid with a new toy. Whatever she's looking for is beyond him -- he's still pretty sure she's not some undercover fed, so she's not lifting his prints or anything -- but she doesn't play with it too long. Just enough to take a glance and to trace it with those long fingers of hers.

Good thing she doesn't have a phone of her own. No place to hide it in that get-up she's wearing. Or maybe she does and she's just full of surprises.

"Moms and trouble," he laughs as he takes the phone back and tucks it into the front pocket of his jeans. "Pretty sure the two things go hand in hand." A line of smoke trails up from his cigarette. Idly, almost, he waves it away from Morrigan. "At least that's always been the case with my ma. She's kind of a firecracker."