[ She tightens her jaw, lips a thin line, slightly concerned but mostly uncertain. This kid is new, he's lost, he's alone, and Sharon is shit at things like comfort. She pushes her bleached bangs from her eyes, a little uncomfortable. ]

I—uh... I did that, too. Called someone when I got here. I dialed the number... I don't know, a hundred fucking times. I'd have been happy just to get his voicemail. [ At least if she got his voicemail, she could hear her dad's voice even... worlds or universes apart. ] It's shitty but the only cell that'll work is the one Hope gave you and... it only works to contact people stuck here, too.