"You've got your rock, don't you?" Tim digs his Farspeech Stone from his pocket. "I mean, it might help if there's a line back to someone outside, so you can...I dunno, report my traumatic death to the island or something."

He sounds decidedly unfazed by this possibility. This is probably not all that surprising.

"Just a thought." Which is to say, Tim's not going to push it. He's learned not to push things with most people.