Chris thoughtfully picked up his phone and examined it. It was a simple model, with a beautifully rendered 3D wallpaper of a strange shape which he knew was one of the molecules in beer. He thought it was pretty clever. While he didn't remember giving the USF his personal number, it wouldn't really stop them from getting it, would it? Shrugging, he began taking the battery apart.

[color=aqua]"Alright, let's go contact this person before we proceed."[/color] he finally said while making his way to the entrance.