Toma leaned back against a counter in the break room, his phone held casually to his ear as he heard the uncertain voice ring through. There was nothing gruff or suspicious-sounding about that initial opening phrase; a lack of confidence was pretty evident, but in all fairness, Toma was an unknown party contacting him about living space.
"Hello. I'm contacting you about your response to the ad in the hospital break room -- about being interested in being our roommate." His voice was friendly and matter-of-fact, and he automatically looked to where their haphazard ad remained pinned to the bulletin board, though the subtle gesture did little good when their candidate didn't seem to be in the break room itself. At least it was still there. He didn't see any other sign ups, but they would work with what they were given.