Reid is curled up in the jar, grumbling and shifting around restlessly as the jar is set down with a thud on the side table. He pushed himself up, frowning at his new prison, and with a sudden surge of anger, he started dashing on the walls with his tiny fists. However, since it's made of hard glass, any strike he's doing ends up being useless.

He sighs deeply for his small stature, fogging the glass, and plops onto his butt, crossing his arms with a mumble. His scowl deepens as his eyes glance over to his phone, sitting innocently in its pink Hello Kitty case, close enough to see the smudges... yet impossibly far away to reach.

"Goddamn piece of junk... Reckon couldn't even call if I could reach it..."