He takes it carefully, running one gentle finger down the side.

"Thank you," he says, and it migrates unseen into some inner pocket. "Audio links are better. Text might not say what I mean." He shrugs and turns to go; there are audible footsteps now and it will be easier if he isn't seen here.

"I'll be in touch. And, er." He glances back. "Borrowed a skimmer. You should see about getting better security for those government ports."

A conspiratorial wink, and he's gone.