She didn't bother to thank him for making her wait, but Jessica didn't waste any time in return, crouching down to balance on one hand again as she stuck the other arm out of the sliver of doorway into the lobby as far as she could without putting her face directly on the elevator floor, holding the phone. "If you want to admit to being the one that's stomping around all of the time like a toddler learning to run, then yeah, that's me," she warned before he wanted to start accusing her of in any way interrupting his very busy dance rehearsal schedule by her habit of throwing whatever was handy at the ceiling in response. It was hard to see at this angle if she was actually getting reception anywhere she reached in the lobby, making Jessica squint and try to turn her head before working the phone around to a different angle in her outstretched hand. She was willing to take the blame for what inevitably happened next, because she had plenty of experience with her own phone dropping on her face in bed, and she had two hands to work with there. Usually.
She didn't say anything for a second after an unmistakable clatter outside of the elevator, thinking maybe for once in her life something good could happen and someone would wander in right then to casually hand that back to her so she could pass it off and make a hasty exit before any damage could be determined. She also knew full well her history said otherwise. She pulled her arm back into the elevator to lean forward on both hands, muttering, "Shit."