[He takes the offer, sinking to the ground awkwardly. He manages to not gasp in pain but someone used to seeing people post battle might be able to tell that he's full of old wounds that still hurt. Ribs that have been cracked and are still healing, bruises that are just now starting to fade.]

The way you're poking at it. Reminds me of my boss the first time he used one.

[But that's all he's gonna say about that because most people don't want to be compared to a 60-year old crotchety man.]

I'm not expecting anything, I'm a Deputy. Helping people is what I do.

[And if he keeps saying it, maybe he'll believe it. Protect and Serve. He hadn't done that in a long time, maybe he should start that up again. Pulling out his own phone he holds it in his hand easily and in a way Nil can see.]

For starters it'll be more comfortable to hold like this.