A lesser man would drop his phone at this point. Magpie, however, is—well, for all his flaws, and all his crimes, he at least has elementary self-control.

He doesn't smile, though, not that he'd have smiled at Falcon either way. It's a respect thing. He just slides his phone back into his pocket, with a near-immaculate mask. "Good afternoon. Fancy seeing you here."

Near Mementos, he means. Shit, who he is kidding? Falcon probably has a built-in lie detector. That works.