He doesn't know who Jack is and Flash is a nitwit, but he won't bother voicing those thoughts. Shade clearly doesn't care and it'll just be a waste of time to continue on. His shoulders slacken gently, not quite as on edge as before (though far more irritated than he would be if this was just a robber) and moves around to sit on the sofa next to the comfy chair Shade was sitting in. A chair he would normally be at, and all for himself.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten how to use the phone," he huffs as he takes his seat and leans back into the cushions. "Unless this is 'can't let the government hear' kind of talk."