Fell thumbs through the stack of papers on his desk as he grumbles to himself quietly, leaning back in his chair and electing to ignore them for the time being. Red eyelights flick to the landline, pausing on it for a minute, before- like it knew he was watching- it rings out a high-pitched buzz.

He clears his throat as he picks up the phone. He’d been trying to keep his gruff tone in check, at least on the job.

“911, what’s y’r emergency?”