"I dropped it in this mess, or I would have called for help." The voice sounds scratched to hell, but it's familiar, and when she moves a little closer, his pale face is clear in the darkness. "Zoe Washburn." It's said with a tired, pained smile, all recognition. "I hope the professional competition isn't going to get in the way of you getting this rock off my leg."
Some rustling and rattling. "What happened out there? Was it an earthquake?"