She was just coming back with a box of Kleenex, tired of snotting on herself when her little phone rang. Naea hadn't wanted to make phone calls because of how late it was getting, but here was her phone cranking out 'Canon in D' all the same. Grabbing it as she sat back down, Naea had figured it was Mary calling her back--but was genuinely surprised that it was Pierce on the caller ID.
Her hands were shaking as she flipped the little device open. Was shock settling in or her nerves just having enough? "Pierce?" was the stuffy nose tear-stained greeting. At least she'd stopped sobbing by this point, though she was still having a terrible time figuring out just why.