Cut off the phone.

"Yeah, I.. Hello?" She pauses quizzically.

"Hello?" Again, before checking the screen to confirm her suspicions.

She hugs the top of her little mound with her forearm when the phone fails to redail. Once then twice.

After a moment or so she appears to give up and tuck it back into her jacked.

Half sitting on her round bum, leaning against the front over-wheel facade. She stretches her tightly fitted jean legging clad legs out infront of her and resigns to a silent ride the rest of the way home.