When he was offered a smoke, the man's eyes seemed to gleam, his entire focus on the freshly lit cancer stick being poked at him. He was warned that it was the only one he would be getting, but that didn't stop him from apparently trying to smoke the whole thing in a single drag. He made a commendable effort to that effect, and seemed to relax a great deal as he exhaled heavily. Savouring the rest of his cigarette, he considered what the woman had to say. She was threatening him now. That was practically a waste of a perfectly good cigarette, from where she was standing, but he supposed she was probably just hoping he would have proof.

"You want to talk to them yourself?" he offered, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. "Let me finish this, and I'll get someone on the line for you." he added, gesturing with the remainder of his smoke. He sucked back the last of it in nearly record time, and only stopped when there was nothing but filter left. At that point he flicked it to the ground and stomped it out casually, before finally working on proving to his potential friend and business partner that his offer was real. "Sorry, give me a moment. Don't freak out." he warned, before he used his human arm to grab his cybernetic arm by the wrist. A careful twist, and his robotic hand spun in a horrifically unnatural way, unlocking a latch in his upper arm. Another twist had the whole arm rotating in its mounting just above his elbow. When the interrupted threads finally let go, he swung the thing around until the elbow unlocked again. "Fucking piece of shit." he growled. Reinstalling the limb was a much quicker process than removing it, and soon enough he could manipulate his radio once more.

A press of a button, and the antenna, normally hidden behind him, popped up. Then he removed the handset from his lapel and keyed the push-to-talk switch. "Blue sky, this is Karma. Message, over." his voice changed when he spoke into the radio, it became smoother, calmer, as if the thing had some kind of effect on him. The reply sounded much the same.

"Karma, this is Blue Sky. Send, over." 

"Karma. Get me off the net, give me a cell tower, over." he demanded coolly.

"Blue Sky. Roger, out." came the voice across the airwaves, and a moment later the handset started beeping at him.

"Here." he thrust the radio at the woman, remembering too-late that there was bullet-proof glass between them. "It's still push-to-talk. They should be able to clear up any doubts, though." he figured she could deal with the fact that there was a barrier between them, and he would wait patiently while she did. The beeping stopped before anyone could accomplish anything meaningful, though, so the contractor interrupted the man on the other side of the line when he started asking if there was anyone listening. "Hang on. We're figuring some shit out." he offered, radio protocols and his suddenly smooth demeanour gone once again. He just had to hope this would be enough to get this woman to trust him...