"Oh, shit," Jack mutters, because yeah, he knows they have an act to put up, and he braces himself, pretending to be trying to pull away, bringing the radio up again as a voice comes over it - and his voice is Dylan's when he responds.

"We're good on six; move to seven," he says over the radio before he goes to throw it, to keep Dylan from taking it from him.

There. That's done; now they go back to the charade.