Ahllasta and Darsby had both stopped as they'd sensed an event so minor it would have easily gone over Anora's untrained head. At that moment, something put itself in play to plant a phone in Anora's pocket. Ahllasta wanted nothing to do with the person on the other end of the line. Our previously viral huntress withdrew her thread and placed both hands tentatively in front of her. Darsby was now in a place for questions. While a warrior faces front, tightly clenching the steering wheel, an again-revived stranger looks as though he'd sooner reach for the phone and take it from Anora before going back at it with the driver. Somehow, Darsby knows the situation is diffused.

"Well, uh, that's a good question.-" The voice casually perks up, as if a point it hadn't thought of was brought to the table. "I, ah... I needed to get a hold of someone in the car. Those two are a little... uhm... eccentric, y'know?" You could picture this stranger to be lounging about at a barbecue, speaking to a favorable acquaintance. 

Darsby lurches forward, placing his revolver in a blood-caked pocket whilst adjusting his seating. He's now sitting up straight, leaning in close to Anora. He looks starved for answers. Ahllasta on the other end is likened to a cornered animal that's halfway given up on its current means for life.

"So like, maybe-... Actually, give me a second.-" Faint muffling comes through the phone as if it'd been placed in a pocket, the crumpling of paper can be heard before another barrage of mic-against-fabric echoes clumsily across the line. "-Yeah, so, I have a question. Uhm, could I drop in on your group, there? It might get a little crowded so I just wanted to ask. I mean, it's rude to just 'show up', right?" Like any-old-someone clumsily requesting a carpool, the unseen man finished speaking. His lack of severe emotion and relative display of manners are jarring against the backdrop of a blood-soaked interior occupying two ferocious wizards.