Cabs. There's one passing by again. Michael doesn't notice as many now as he did earlier, but they're around. The idea isn't a pleasant one and he's not sure how much cash he has on him, but he called Lee for a reason (he knows he did), so he should do what she says.
He realizes he has no idea what time it is, though. Holding the phone against his head with his shoulder, he tries to pull back the cuff of his coat sleeve but ends up dropping the phone before he can get a glimpse of his watch. It smacks loudly against the booth. He flinches, jaw and fists clenching, suddenly nervy. He breathes a curse.
“I dunno,” he says shakily once the phone is back in his hand. “The time, I mean. I dunno, I dunno.”