*is really starting to worry by the fourth time he gets nothing but your recorded voice (You've reached Ecthelion's phone) in response*
*shoves the cell in his pocket for a minute as a woman stumbles and sprawls on the wet floor* *helps her up (are you all right? good, be careful) and sends her on her way before digging his phone back out and trying again*
*as it rings (and rings and rings)* *mutters, frustrated* Dammit, sir, answer me.