Well, it wasn't often that Malcolm was left speechless, only capable of dumb-nodding as Mitchell spoke for him.
"Yeah, well, who's fault is that? You let me run to voicemail. Don't think you're forgiven yet," she told him. Not seeing him for a while was commonplace. He didn't usually react like she had risen from the dead.
"Fucking hell, you're here!" he exclaimed, finally, glancing to Mitchell as if checking that he was seeing this, too.
"Clearly... are you drunk or something?" she asked, examining him curiously.