"Holy shit," John says, and that's sort of how it sounds when he's appreciative. The silk cuts he hasn't seen since he ran out when he got here, nearly half a year ago now. He's missed them. Q is the best. Clearly. "Ta… really."
The phone, though, John isn't sure how it's different than the one he has except maybe its a bit wider in screen but somehow lighter. Even written instructions won't help, so he hands it over to Q as soon as it's out of its shiny package in a way that clearly says the younger, savvier man has to set it up. "You'll have me learning yet," he says, blithe.