Jim casually pulls out his PINpoint, as if he's getting a text message on his phone. His communicator looks similar enough to older style flip phones that it shouldn't draw too much attention, and he quickly types a 'response' to the imaginary text: a here standby

He slips it back into his pocket, and drifts along the edge of the crowd towards the other man."Not gonna join the crowd?" he calls out, not quite loud enough to draw attention from the rest of the group, but hopefully enough to get Austin's attention.