“Just come up; it’s fine, they’ll let you in. We’re floor—” Another moment. “You’re just not gonna—come on, man, this is—ugh, fine! I’ll be down in, I don’t know, minutes.” He hung up with a growl. Nothing was quite as anticlimactic as angrily ending a call on a touchscreen cell phone. “Again?” Ana looked up. “This better not become, like, a Thing,” he grumbled. Although, if it was, what exactly could he do about it? “Maybe they’re just intimidated by how fancy we are.” “Yeah, right.”
