"Thanks," Alex replied easily. Her smile faded slightly as she sensed that there might be something wrong. She couldn't tell, though, whether there was really something going on or if he was just generally upset about the current situation. She decided not to ask about it - if he wanted to talk about it, she trusted, he'd tell her.

While he was watching the steaks, she reached into her bag, which she had dropped by the counter.

"I got you a present." It was a cheap cell phone. "It's an A-Team trick," she said, recalling the nickname he'd given Division without understanding the pop culture reference behind it. "We throw them out every couple weeks, keep switching carriers, and we can talk whenever we want."