[His smile goes a little crooked and he gives her the fist bump she wants. but only for a tick so neither of their hands obscure the screen. The timer's counting down on how much longer the message can broadcast.

When. Not if.]

Good. Hopefully neither of us will be out a meal. [He pauses.] I haven't got much time left on this. About a minute. I don't know when I'll be able to do this again.