He hadn't been expecting to be addressed - the constant ping of the device was something he had grown accustomed to ignoring, for... reasons. Possibly his own was beeping quietly in the pocket he'd thrust it into, leather muffling the sound pretty well. In fact, he almost didn't realise who was being spoken to at first. When someone holds a phone near him, though, dark brown eyes slide to it, then back up to Leanne.

Just a second or two of staring, and he takes the thing to... well. Hopefully answer her question adequately. The phone's a little newer than he's used to, but they still work pretty much the same.

"... It's telling you to answer it with a confession of what the scariest thing you've experienced is. Here." His voice is a little... dull? Not uncomfortably, but notably. Maybe he's just tired. Tapping a large finger on the screen to pull up the keyboard, he pauses over the list of keyboard languages. "... What language do you read?" It... occurs to him that it's weird that she can converse with him, but not read the phone.