Hoops, the shooting thereof.
He'd finished his shift. He'd picked up Kassi, and she was busy. So was that Ben of hers. No way was he going to call Vincent about this; definitely the kind of guy you wanted to space these things out with, or it could be back to getting snubbed without a chance at a rematch.

He took out a phone number he'd gotten from the Avengers.

"Hey, this is Mac Rider. May I speak to Misha?"