Thank you. [ Her voice is small but the thread of gratefulness at having someone to speak to here prompts her to look up at his face.

Something is wrong. Jon looks sad. She's not sure she wants him to look sad. ]

I left the phone back at the apartment I walked up in. But I'll remember your handle.

[ For a moment, she wonders if she should pat his arm. She normally would, if he'd been someone not-so-much-a-stranger. Like Hank. Or Brigade. Or Isa and even Zane. ]

I promise I won't be a bother. But I will message.