You don't have a ... [Jesus, kid. what are you? blowing out a breath, he dismisses it with a wave of a hand] Fine. It's irrelevant, anyway -- as is who I would call. [he might try for Aiden, if and when his phone was actually working, just because. because if anyone could get him out of whatever this shit is, it'd be him, and never mind the fact that Aiden would probably leave him here to rot]

The point is -- [and he reaches into his pocket for his phone, holding it up. he won't offer it to Cloud, the phone the whole of his toolkit, when it's functional, but he will make it clear that it isn't on, and won't power on, pushing buttons very deliberately, trying to make it do something] -- my phone doesn't seem to want to work any more than any of the machines in the arcade do. Or the ones here. Or any of the electronics I've seen, so far.