[Misora enables voice call immediately, utterly disturbed. With audio on, she takes a breath, prepared to deliver a good scolding only to discover she had nothing to say. She turns the device off.

Naomi puts a palm to her forehead and sighs loudly. Under normal circumstances, she would have not stood for such immaturity, but she's beyond exhausted now. A pause. Oh, what the hell.

She makes a call again, still nothing to say, and hangs up. She repeats this yet a third time.]

Ugh! [She chucks the phone against a wall and drops down on her bed, now both hands over her face, exasperated.] Man, actually, some cookies would be really nice right about now. [She shakes her head. Don't be retarded, Misora.]