Whatever a phone was. Probably some Muggle thing.

"Yes." He was in such a hurry, it didn't so much as occur to him that he hadn't offered his name in return. He'd have to remedy that, the next time they met — but just now, his thoughts were miles away.

Newt stepped away, his long strides taking him through the snow and around a corner, out of Airy's sight. In another moment, there would be another loud crack, as he Apparated away to a street near the police station.