"It's nice, but maybe if there was a little more noise than this..."

Steven trailed off as he finally hit something, digging into his pocket to pull out the device. "Ah, found it- wait. This isn't my phone." Holding it up to his face, he poked at it. "Marc, this isn't my phone, where is my phone- " He was barely listening, making a face at the limited choices the device had on its interface. "What does this even say? 'Mass sages'? 'He Row Come You Knee Cay Shun'??"