He actually...? Emma had to stifle a giggle, to keep the guardian with heightened sensory perceptions from wondering what she was up to, as she tucked the phone into her pocket and climbed closer to the surface.

Once she was comfortably tucked away near the tracks, and the hustle and bustle of people coming and going around her would prevent Hank from hearing any giggles or actual phone calls, she pulled it out again.

Black bow tie undone/Dancing turned horizontal/She has been waiting.