"If it makes you feel any better, I'm willing to bet there are plenty of rock stars who've fucked their phones up after having a little too much to drink," Newt tells him with a broad grin, and he's not even being facetious.

He's actually fortunate enough to have only needed to replace his phone twice since getting here and neither time had even been his fault; but still, having a phone break in the name of partying hard isn't necessarily the worst thing in the world.

He holds a hand out then, snapping his fingers before pointing at Coop's pocket. "I might be able to fix it, if it isn't so fucked up that it's too far gone," he continues. "I mean, I seriously need to get something to eat before my stomach eats itself first but yeah, I could take a look at it, if you want."