"Exploding goo consoles?" Yato echoed, eyebrows raised and glancing around as if expecting one to be half-assembled in the room somewhere.

A thought strikes him, and he pulls his own red, very normal, very Earth flip phone from his jacket pocket. "You don't have any kind of charger that would fit this, do you? It's just about dead now, I've been trying not to use it much since I got here."