Mhm. See, the thing is, Mick had been a partner to the King of Deflection for a long damn time. So he can kinda see that crap a mile away.

"What for? You got one of them.. tablet things," he waves a hand at him, shifting to lever himself up into a more seated position and heaven help any intern that tries to stop him. "Pick something out."

Never mind the fact that Cisco looks like utter hell and could probably use a distraction of his own.