"Of course it's a dude. It's always a dude." Nisha joked back. Joking when in stress was a thing she did and it had served her well so far. Although she wasn't exactly in stress, but she thought it counted. The kid (he sounded young) had a point about maintenance phones, however. "Oh hey he's probably right."
However then Hick McHickerson (Nisha tried not to live by stereotypes, she did, but fuck that right now) started on what sounded to be a royal (and loud) refutation of the kid's idea, and just as the other woman mouthed the words 'sunny jim' to her, Nisha made an amused though incredulous face. She shrugged back at the woman, still visibly amused.
Then the phone rang, and Nisha got more amused. A few seconds later, however, Nisha started to realize she might be locked up in a constrained space with a crazy hick with temper issues, which wasn't so funny. The other woman telling him to calm his tits had to only make it worse, but if she hadn't said it, Nisha probably would have. "Better get comfortable." She said to no one in particular, leaning against the wall while crossing her arms with a sigh. "Unless you're claustrophobic, in which case...I'm very sorry."