Max smiled down at the grad student, not minding that she was indeed touching his hat. He only had one fedora he was possessive about, and he wasn't wearing it at the moment. He seemed to take the Noir comment as a compliment; he threw in a wink and a nod.
Soon, he pulled the hat off and the trench coat off to put it on the waiting coat rack. He still had on the suit and tie. It "suited" him, and he wasn't worried by it.
"Yeah, phone." He motioned to the push button on the desk. He even had an almost ancient computer on the desk. It was his. He could make it work, but he also depended on his notebooks and notes and cards. He liked doing it the old way. "Have at it."