Re: Call: Atticus/Dahlia
No. [A pause, then movement as the background noise begins to shift 'round her. She's silent for a few seconds 'til a heavy door swings, then—it goes quiet, 'cept for the wind and crunching gravel underfoot. Shuffling. A flick of a lighter.] So, uh— [Muffled.] —gotta name t'call you? [The lighter snaps closed.]