Continued from here with @hauntedguard.
âB- Battery?â Peter repeated, eyes wide as he patted at his pockets and stuffed his hands in, looking for one of his travel chargers to offer the other.  Feeling a wire, he pulled sharply, only to clumsily yank his own phone and headphones out, the fragile device practically soaring from his pants and falling hard upon the ground.  He drew a sharp breath and bent down, gingerly plucking his phone up, fearing the worstâ
âOh, fuckâŚâ he sighed, kneading at the solid, linear crack on the screen.  It would definitely need to be replaced but for the moment seemed useable.  With furrowed eyebrows, Peter upsetly handed his now trashed phone over to the stranger.  âHere, use mineâŚâ
Amber eyes widen at the sight of the falling phone, a hand reaching out in a vain attempt to grab it, only for the phone to crack hard on the phone. The hooded guard winces as he hears the crack of glass and plastic, careful to take the damaged phone from the other guard.
âI...uh...I...shit man, I have a number for a phone repair place, s-should due the job for cheap if ya want it...â
He checks the time, the light from the phone showing his features for a split moment before he hands the phone back
âWe still have time before....he appears.....â
