She stomps to her desk, throws down her pack and stops, staring incredulously at the object she's spent most of the day searching for. It stares at her daring her to pick it up and she does so, opening the shell as she unlocks it and pulls up her contact list, and all her other apps. She looks at the others apologetically as she realizes they've been with her all day and she'd barely arrived that morning tossing it down, when he'd said to gear up. She glares and grumbles under her breath knowing now why he hates cell phones.