Her teasing earned another crinkle around his eyes, the briefest of smiles that flashed teeth, before Cinead nodded his head a few times, his hand going to a pocket in his messenger bag to retrieve a slim phone from within that he then offered to Anna. He barely knew how to use the thing himself, could just manage phone calls and the occasional text message, And was constantly baffled and in awe at the myriad of icons on the screen that responded to a touch of his finger. He was much safer letting Anna do the technical work of entering a new contact. "go ahead and enter yourself into my phone. My own number should be listed at the top."  He offered, Barely remembering in time that he needed to scan his own fingerprint to unlock the electronic and pressing his thumb against the button at the bottom of the screen.