[Heard as she walks in;] I'm hanging up now Ma. Hanging up. Hanging - and you've stopped listening to me. Okay - love you - bye.
[Frankie stands on the middle of the room, phone in one hand, coffee in the other, just catching the end of Drax's words as she hangs up and slides into a seat.]
I don't know. [Tone dry.] Wouldn't mind shooting a few things myself. [Possibly her phone. Or whoever gave her Mum her cell phone number.]
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[Frankie stands on the middle of the room, phone in one hand, coffee in the other, just catching the end of Drax's words as she hangs up and slides into a seat.]
I don't know. [Tone dry.] Wouldn't mind shooting a few things myself. [Possibly her phone. Or whoever gave her Mum her cell phone number.]