There's a hint of a smile at the gesture, and she eases forward to fill glass with red, hands steady but movements careful. "No," Benji says, easing back with her charged glass and folding herself up in the corner of the couch, soaking into its comfortable support. "It was difficult to get a sense of anything-- they did something to the phones. The CiDs. I tried messaging you earlier." ...but she frankly figures that messaging Wolfgang is kind of a coin flip in the first place.

However, she wasn't the only one getting zero replies. "Dozens, though. There was a fight near us, when they were arresting someone and they ended up taking everyone."