Chrissy looks at the object in his hand for a moment, a little flat rectangle, then back up at Eddie, then down again, frowning slightly as she shakes her head. "No way," she says. "That's a phone?" It doesn't look like anything, really, too small to be of any kind of use. As with a moment ago, she believes Eddie — the look on his face alone makes pretty clear that he's sincere about this — but it's still impossible to wrap her head around. All of this is, in much more significant ways, if she lets herself stop to think about it.

That's exactly why she doesn't. She has no interest in starting to cry again, in letting herself dwell on the fact that they shouldn't be having this conversation at all because she should be dead until she starts to fall apart. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest, teasingly incredulous. "If that's a phone, show me."