"Thank you." Dana takes the phone and only gets the slightest static shock from it, which given the rest of the circumstances she'll take as a win. It's a wonder the screen still works, though the phone is emitting a pained discordant wailing; Dana hopes she doesn't have to get it repaired, because who knows how some technician would react to the phone's...peculiarities. She suspects if she asked anyone at Romac they'd take it away from her, and Dana's not about to let that happen.

She looks up, remembering that there is a man tangled in electrical cords in front of her, and that ignoring him in favor of reuniting with her phone might come off as rude. "So uh, how did you even end up like this?" she asks, beginning to pick carefully at the edges of the tangle. She's keeping her eyes peeled for anything white and Apple-producty.