The phone is just unhappy at being dropped so much, although if it would behave itself it wouldn't be in this situation. It ought to be on a leash, but, leashes for phones, that's preposterous.

Dana is becoming more and more perturbed by the minute. She can see how an attempt to untangle a large snarl might lead to getting tangled oneself, especially if one were using their arm as storage, but this is just...

"Oh, this is a dream, isn't it," she says, feeling a bit foolish for taking so long to realize. "This is all very improbable, and I did wonder about the house being so strange, but then I've been in stranger houses before the Rift, so...hmm." She walks around him, taking in the mass of cables, which cannot possibly all be originating from that one laptop. "This is probably some sort of challenge to solve, I mean unless the dream's intention is to turn us all into cyborgs. What if, when we figure out how to deal with this mess, the house stops being such a maze and we can leave?"

That sounds like the sort of intrusive lab-rat type shenanigans Rift dreams get up to, right?