"What the fuck are you-" John starts, but connects telephone to the little device in his pocket.

He shoves his hand into that inner-robe pocket and pulls out the device, showing it to the cop and the man behind him.

"Yes, I have this." John tells Pratt in a voice very solid with confidence for someone about to ask what a phone was.

Urgh. He needs to be smarter about this. There's a man with fucking electricity dancing up his arm who could hit him with it at any second, he needs out of here without getting injured or worse.