Naea glanced up from her phone and looked up at Zio with those blue eyes of hers framed with a fringe of dark lashes. She sighed gently. Figures someone would take the emergency phone out of an elevator. What purpose it served was beyond her. "Yeah. Kind of. I have a bar." She looked back down at the screen and noticed said bar blinking on and off. "Sort of." Well, she couldn't really expect much. They were in a metal box surrounded by concrete. Naea wrinkled her nose, punched in 911, hit 'send' and held the phone up to her ear.
She listened for a moment before growling softly and flipping her phone closed. "Got a lot of garble and it cut out. Maybe they can trace the call." Usually they would call back in the circumstance that the phone disconnected, but it wasn't likely to come through. Naea felt slightly defeated at that moment. She was going to have to make nice, much as she dreaded it because she knew what this guy was all about. There was probably nothing worse than being stuck in an elevator in complete silence.
Her features softened and she looked up at the rather tall man. Well, tall to her anyway. "What about you? You probably have a better phone than I do. Anything?"