"Uh.... a phone?"
Now Sammy could hear sirens. Well, one of them would a phone. That was probably what Nightingale meant. There would be police, slow as they were when no gunfire was involved. It wouldn't exactly be her finest hour to be found half naked and decorated like a clown.
Maybe somebody left a phone behind when they ran. She started looking around for one.
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