He can see the frustration on Akira's features when they come back and there's not the slightest look of recognition in his eyes. He may as well have walked into an entirely new establishment for the first time. His brow furrows slightly at the signs of discouragement. Actually, all in all, Akira seems incredibly... subdued. Not at all indicative of the spitfire leader he'd grown to know, who was itching for a good struggle and to promote justice in an unfair world.

His gaze lingers on him contemplatively, then flick down to his hands, hesitant and uncertain in their movements. Phone... oh. Realization immediately flickers to his eyes, and he has to stop the kneejerk reaction of reaching into his pocket.

I will go get it.

He sticks to simple words and phrases, mindful of Akira's struggling memory, as he turns and heads into the room. It's... all for show, of course, because the device was with him the entire time, but Akira might have... questions, if he just pulls it out of his pocket. And— he already has enough to think about.

So he pulls it out of his pocket, waits a second more, then comes back and offers it to the other man.