Arthur took the phone gingerly, frowning at the screen, which now displayed a grid of little icons, each one labelled in even smaller letters: Photos, Calendar, Clock, Maps. It was the latter that had been bothering him the most, ever since he'd found out it was using satellite tracking. Sure enough, when he jabbed at the icon, a map of the neighbourhood appeared with a pulsing blue dot marking their present location, right down to the building. "You ain't worried about this here? Bein' tracked?"