"Pleasure." He drawled. "What's it for?" Cullen still only barely touched the sides of the phone as she insisted. Holding it back from his face a good bit, regardless of it being harmless.
He snorted softly. "That goes for anywhere ma'am. Indians, bears, cougars. They ain't something you want to run into at night." He dropped a hand from the device, and touched his Griswold. "Six bullets won't exactly level a Grizzly."