"No," said Alberto, "none. Not yet." He was digging through a canvas carryall on his lap. He produced a cell phone, married with silver tape to some other species of smallish consumer electronics. "With these, though..." he clicked something on one of the conjoined units, opened the phone, and began deftly thumbing its keypad. "When this is available as a package..." He passed it to her. A phone, and something she recognized as a GPS unit, but the latter’s casing had been partially cut away, with what felt like more electronics growing out of it, sealed under the silver tape.