Sure, Marlow had a cell phone. Sydney arranged for it, as well as a credit card and a team ID card. She didn't often remember where she put it, only that it was in the bungalow.
When it rang, she scrambled to find it in the sofa, running across a pair of Titan's shorts crammed down under the cushions. Everything went flying as she located it and pushed the buttons.
"Hello! It's Marlow, and I'm not a message machine!"
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