Harry nearly dropped the phone, only because he was literally holding it like it might explode. It hadn't. Yet.

"This thing will need one, probably." His voice was gruff, but the tall man seemed friendly enough. "Here lies this freakin' stupid piece of technology." Harry had a serious distrust of all tech things made after the 1940s.

He stepped closer to the young guy in front of him and stuck his hand out for a handshake, "Harry Dresden." He grinned, taking the beer with his other hand.