[Tifa's lips press into a thin line when she accepts the phone, and she holds it in her palm for a moment while she tries to wrack her brain for something, but her gaze remains fixed on it, stiff and concentrated, like it's an explosive that'll go off without warning. There's fear there, settling in the pit of her stomach, afraid of what she might – or might not – find out when she dials.]
... I can try.
[But when she tries to turn it on, she's met with nothing. No dial tone, no lighting up of the screen... just black and silence. Frowning, she holds it to Aerith to look it over.]
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... I can try.
[But when she tries to turn it on, she's met with nothing. No dial tone, no lighting up of the screen... just black and silence. Frowning, she holds it to Aerith to look it over.]
It's... not working?