[ He waggles his fingers, given that's all the word means to him. When he sees the screen turn on, he leans in a bit, but - well, it's all still kind of gibberish to him, especially if Byerly scrolls quickly.
It lists the man's name - Captain Steve Trevor - though no army affiliations. Some basic contacts for housing and potential jobs, and a list of his special skills associated with said jobs. Piloting, combat, and ... "friendliness." All Steve was willing to say about his own spying abilities. Age: 30ish. Present year: 1918.
Otherwise, the man's phone is pretty much blank. He's set nothing up. ]
no subject
[ He waggles his fingers, given that's all the word means to him. When he sees the screen turn on, he leans in a bit, but - well, it's all still kind of gibberish to him, especially if Byerly scrolls quickly.
It lists the man's name - Captain Steve Trevor - though no army affiliations. Some basic contacts for housing and potential jobs, and a list of his special skills associated with said jobs. Piloting, combat, and ... "friendliness." All Steve was willing to say about his own spying abilities. Age: 30ish. Present year: 1918.
Otherwise, the man's phone is pretty much blank. He's set nothing up. ]
What are you doing to it?