Megan's wings folded behind her as she landed, dragonfly-like, and she leaned in to look at the phone. She tried turning it off and on again, just in case and when that didn't work she huffed out an exasperated breath of air. "So you'll be wanting Annie, then," Megan said. "She's the owner, and everyone was right, she's the absolute best at fixing all sorts of electric whatsits. It's her day off, though, and I'm mostly just minding the shop. I can see that she looks at it first thing when she gets back, if that's okay?"
She looked up with a tentative, hopeful expression.