“Would I have thought of that?”
A mobile in each hand, Lamb pressed buttons with each thumb; surprisingly dextrous for a self-proclaimed Luddite.
“Now that’s strange,” he said, in a tone indicating that it wasn’t.
“This one’s barely used. Just one incoming call.”
River wanted to say “Ring back,” and only the cast-iron knowledge that Lamb wanted him to say it too kept his tongue in harness.
— Slow Horses (Mick Herron), Loc. 3233-36