[He holds up both hands, cigar still wedged between his fingers. Touchy. Ah well, danger was his goddamn middle name.]

Woah there tiger. I got it, it's your operation.

[Despite the assertion he turns to address Chloe again. A more pleasant option.]

So darlin', what is the plan precisely?

[He finishes off his beer and pushes it aside. Wonders if a refill is off the table.

Should I just wait for word from you on this little- [He fishes the tablet out of his pocket, scooting the chair back in the process.]

pager-thing?

[Come on Sully, at least try for "cell phone".]