"It isn't just the lighting..." Russell turns away to hide his grimace, and busies himself with finishing up the tea tray. Once it's all settled, he brings it over to the table. "But, uh, thank you. That's... She didn't just find out about it? More people are getting their numbers for the first time, still?"

He knows, vaguely, that every couple of weeks someone accidentally leaves a message, and people helpfully explain what they know about all this. These quiet doldrums between big events or yelling don't seem to reveal anything about the mysteries, and his attention... wanders.