Desmond would take a moment, and let out a bit of a sigh. Slowly, he pulled out an antique flip phone, and went to the contacts. Slowly, he clicked through the phone, accompanied by audible beeps, and would look over to Plutia with a small smile. "Well... If you need me for anything, or if Iris needs me, just give me a call." Desmond would offer up his phone number, hoping that Plutia didn't quite mind.