"... Hang on." Doreen flips through the contacts on her phone, jots down a number in a small notebook that she's definitely been carrying with her the whole time, shh, and tears the page out to hand it over to Mark.

"You ever speak to Frances Starling? She's... she definitely knows what this is like, and she's helped a lot of people who aren't super keen on signing up with anyone. Plus, you can talk to me anytime, since we're officially friends now, and... and I probably should've just airdropped you her contact info or something, that would've been easier than the analog approach, huh."