"Thanks, man," Wrench murmurs absently, as he takes the cable from him. A long moment of silence follows, as he uses it to hook the mask up to his phone, and transfers what he needs over, the mask itself running the gamut of expressions one right after the other. When it stops, Wrench unplugs it and, slipping his phone back into his pocket, starts to reach for it.

"Okay, I think we're back in business." A beat. "Lemme know how I did?" Let him know if, say, the mask doesn't show the default (x_x} when he fires it up, or if it doesn't change beyond that.