Tara nods slowly. Special phones for 'rifties', okay. Can't leave the city - why? And we should get for her? She supposes that means Daniel isn't about to abandon her with a pat on the head, which is good. She feels more than a little lost, and she doesn't... she doesn't even have a wallet with her.
She pushes those questions aside for the benefit of the phone for the moment, though when she gets it it takes her a moment to figure it out. It doesn't have buttons. Oh, alright, like a laptop touch-pad, only it's the screen itself, okay... That makes sense. 2013.
She tries Willow's phone first. Then Buffy's house. Then the Magic Box. All of which give her nothing but error messages, and after that she decides it's silly to keep trying. She might go through every number she knows later, but not here, feet from where she apparently fell through an interdimensional portal, with a bloodied shirt and teary eyes.
"Thanks..." she says, handing it back with a weak smile. He probably knew it would be no good, and he let her try anyway.
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She pushes those questions aside for the benefit of the phone for the moment, though when she gets it it takes her a moment to figure it out. It doesn't have buttons. Oh, alright, like a laptop touch-pad, only it's the screen itself, okay... That makes sense. 2013.
She tries Willow's phone first. Then Buffy's house. Then the Magic Box. All of which give her nothing but error messages, and after that she decides it's silly to keep trying. She might go through every number she knows later, but not here, feet from where she apparently fell through an interdimensional portal, with a bloodied shirt and teary eyes.
"Thanks..." she says, handing it back with a weak smile. He probably knew it would be no good, and he let her try anyway.