[ Cloak safe, Royce makes his way back over to the beds. He sits and stares at the phone like it'll tell him all of its secrets. Royce wrinkles his nose at the sound of the dialtone - it hurts his ears a bit - and then grabs for the menu. ]
Hm. [ No instructions here... ] There's a number on this page. Numbers on that thing. [ The tablets were way easier to use, god. ] Try putting in this number.
[ Or - you know, Royce will do it, but he'll do it slowly, because he's unused to dialing, which means it tries to dial a half-dialed number and then makes angry noises at Alfie. ]
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Hm. [ No instructions here... ] There's a number on this page. Numbers on that thing. [ The tablets were way easier to use, god. ] Try putting in this number.
[ Or - you know, Royce will do it, but he'll do it slowly, because he's unused to dialing, which means it tries to dial a half-dialed number and then makes angry noises at Alfie. ]