Strata murmured absently. "It clashes with your mask." He was  currently showing Vince where food could be found. "There are no electronics here because they are trackable. If you have any given them to me to be destroyed. You'll recieve an emergency throw away phone. As these are cheap we have many so yeah no worries just don't use them often we are trying to stay hidden and if you make it seem like theres a billion people here the police and STF will be at our front door before you can say "Oops". So please don't as this is our last safe hideout and the last hideout was found in exactly the way I described by an idiot I disintegrated myself before we made our way here." Strata then walked over to a small window and looked out of it. He satisfied himself that no police or STF were snooping around before taking a seat in the corner and began playing with a ball of lightning that filled the air with static and the smell of ozone but never actually left his fingers.