The slim Smart-Phone was already in his hand and Zio frowned down at it, one finger tapping here and there as if trying to raise a signal. Finally, he shook his head a bit. "It should have a signal," he murmured. "Damn thing had a signal the other day."
He sighed and looked back up at Naea as he slipped the phone back into its pocket. "Not a peep," he answered. Then he turned to press one palm against the wall closest to him. "What's this thing made of? Lead?"