"I never said you would," he replied with a shrug. "You haven't up to now, of course. But that doesn't mean we can't work together. And ... without meaning to brag, you occasionally scratching our back and working with us will net you a previously unknown source of help. I like to repay those that help me out, Miss Dearden. Whether it's a save in a tight spot with your back against the wall, or perhaps a tech upgrade in a pinch. Or ... a rescue. The kind that involves a record being wiped clean of any hint of the incident that preceded it. At the very least, if you rack up enough favors with me ..." Phil's smile actually turned slightly playful, "I might let you drive my car."
"It is unique. And no, there isn't a lot to go on. However, my caseload is very full at the moment, and ... I'll be honest. Persons of your age make me slightly tired. And jealous. After all, you can gorge yourself freely on things like that cereal and not carry it around with you for five years after." He grimaced a little. "I miss burgers and fries."
"Best of luck to you, and your team. And again, if you need the help, please don't hesitate to call us." Phil took the keys to Lola out of his jacket pocket and headed for the door.