Kyle glanced over his shoulder to see what it was, then returned to watching the steaks, flipping them over and then back again, not wanting to burn them. Content he had a few seconds, he walked over to accept the phone from her, staring at it with skepticism.

"Seriously?" He frowned at it, then her. Kyle pocketed the phone and returned to the stove, flipping the steaks for real this time. He popped open the oven to check on the potatoes and realized they wouldn't be done until probably awhile after the steaks finished. Oh well. "I'm not a spy, Alex."

He understood the concept of it, why people did it, but he couldn't shake the criminal association that the media and the military had drilled into his head. It felt dishonest and conniving in a way that Kyle generally wasn't. Not to mention that it meant carrying around two phones instead of one, when he barely liked having the one.