"...yee-ees, I think you should.... try and get the hang of it."

Finch clears his throat. How does one express the significance, the usefulness, of instantaneous communication to someone who's never had it at their fingertips? Hmmn.

"If you should wind up hurt or lost," he says carefully, "you could use this to call someone else-- myself, or Norma, for instance. Even if just for a safeguard against, say, falling and wrenching your ankle, it's worth learning how to use, I'd think.

Finch takes the device, starting to maneuver through the screens with only a moment's orientation as to her item's particular interface.