"Right, might as well poke around everywhere to see what else we can find," he muttered, proceeding to open and reach into the glove compartment before first tossing out an empty plastic bottle and a couple of crumpled wipes, with a slight expression of disgust. "Ugh, trash... gross."

He started rummaging through the other items in there - some kind of instruction manual, a screwdriver, a small flashlight, some unused zip ties, a roll of duct tape, and... what actually looked like a power bank. There was no cable with it, however, and he figured that he would probably have to looking around a little more for it, if there was even one in the vehicle. Not that it mattered for the time being, since the danger of the phone being tracked had already been mentioned and Roxy had made clear that she was more than doubtful that his 'movie solution' was going to work.

"I mean, sort of feels that we're in some movie anyway," he commented, and then glanced up at her from his digging and sighed. "I know... this has pretty much been your life, so do excuse the guy who's forgotten what it's like. You know, I'm sort of glad to have forgotten, it must be exhausting to have been living in a 'movie' for years. I feel for you, sunshine, I really do. Well, we have a power bank right here, but I'll turn the phone off anyway. We won't need it for a while."

He decided that he would not longer bother with the car radio either. Anyone who could track a phone might be able to hack into a radio, after all. One might wish to be a character in an action film while watching it, but living that dream sure was a vastly different experience.