Last RP comment form part 7- "That is MY phone," Spencer growled. "Give. It. Back. Fraya, shush for a sec. I can text you when I've dealt with this nuisance that may or may not have derived from an oyster." He snatched the phone back and pressed the "End Call" button, then jerked his thumb toward the door. "Leave," he said. "I don't care if you listen through the door, just get out."