“I didn’t have one. The last place I was in was not really my home. So… everything on me is stuff I made.” Or stole. His weapon system was stolen from his future-self of ten years. Time travel isn’t an easy topic of conversation and he’s already plenty stressed.

Gokudera gives a grunt of acknowledgment to Shinjiro’s thanks.

“He didn’t have a phone either.” Not that he remembers, anyways.

He gets up, still smoking, and should probably settle down. Instead, he’s checking around the cabin of the carriage for anything that might give him some clue as to if they’re being monitored in this ride. Any microphones anywhere? Cameras? Gokudera’s just… turning over whatever he can, opening whatever he can.

“We weren’t safe… If he’s in trouble…”