The look he recieved was as blank as if they were teenagers in the 2000s and Wash had admitted to not being on Facebook.
Tony opened his mouth, then closed it, leaning back for a moment and carefully considering his repsonce. "No communicators at all?" he said slowly. Then he sighed, reaching up to touch his forehead, as if the other had given him a migraine by not being wired into the network somehow.
"J, move the files off my screen," he said, once hearing the confirmation he took out his own phone, little more than a glass panel with a black rim. It was all touch and voice activated, and after a quick sweep, factory-new in its programming. Well, it would have been if factories made them.
Tony had many such devices. He forgot them, or lost them in parties. They were broken sometimes when an attempt was made on his life. He always had spares, and they were always triggered by moving too far away from them. The moment they were compromside Jarvis simply transfered copies of all the files and logs and then erased them.
Without Jarvis connected, the phone was little better than an iPhone, but it would be enough.
"Here. You'll have to program it youself, but I'm sure that won't be an issue for a man from the future."