Nah! Michael chuckles a little, leaning back. "Thanks. It's the suit." He's wearing an actual, literal suit, but it's the loose skin on the back of his hand that he pinches for a second.

"Our phones sort of exist in a separate pocket dimension," he continues, waving a hand at the air to bring up his lockscreen. It's some Tony Stark shit. There's a picture of him with a younger brunette woman on it, but he doesn't proceed to unlock it. "It can't connect to the network or anything, but it can't get water damage."