"Oh, yeah. The 4G. I've, uh, kind of exceeded my data plan. It's a whole thing, don't worry about it. Point is: no more 4G for the rest of the month. So get that internet up, Mr. Landlord! Heh. Sorry."

Then he eyes you suspiciously.

"Wait... Connor Hawke, are you trying to protect me? Are you trying to superhero me? The guy made of living metal? I don't care how I look right now, man. I was thinking about getting a piercing or a tattoo or something anyway, while I was in Gotham. I guess this covers me."