He had picked up and that was definitely a good start but she hadn't yet figured out how to tell him what the hell was going on, or if she even could. There was something inside of her that was keeping her from saying his name. It was a very strange superstitious thing- and she rarely ever bought into those... but it seemed like saying it or even thinking it might bring about something... bad. Besides, who knew was listening in.
And still, she had no idea how to start- and the dead air was starting to be just as frightening as if she'd gotten his voicemail instead.
"He's here." She finally choked out, shoving at her hair and putting her back to one of the concrete columns of the parking garage. "I just saw... He was..." Deep breath she had to remind herself, deep breath and spit it out, "I just had dinner with Damian's grandfather."