*A loud clatter is heard, followed by a string of old-fashioned expletives. The voice post button is hit, and the lighting up of the phone inspires Will to kick it, which causes a corresponding violent sound*
"What sorcery is this!?"
*Tapping as Will bangs it on the table*
"I swear to the bloody angel, I'm not in the mood for more clockwork weapons!"
*Muffled scuffling as he exclaims in panic thinking the blinking 'recording' light is some kind of detonator*