"Is that what Skinner's phone was? It seemed complicated. Mine is a brick, I guess it's too old for a signal." She shrugs. Who's she going to call, anyway? The whole thing is kind of mystifying-- the phones are the one thing that feel truly science-fiction about what she's seen so far.

And then he changes the subject. She can't help a slight grimace.

"I don't think there's much we can do. If I try to find treatment it's going to involve... questions, insurance, documentation I don't have. I think we just try to get me home before things get worse."