"Okay, that sounds good!" Sora chirps, folding up the list and placing it back in his pocket. From his other pocket, he produces an older-than-sin flip phone that looks like it was on its last legs five years ago.

Flipping it open, it takes Sora a minute to find his contacts list before he hands it over to Lambert to put his and Carly's numbers in.

"I'm usually available whenever, so if you see something you can just text me."