Hello?

[ A voice. Obviously alarmed, but met with a slither of annoyance. It's lingering at the back of her throat, a bubble about to pop. There's a tightness in her posture, breathing through her nose and narrowing her eyes at the audience. The red-haired woman crinkles her nose and waves at the screen. She repeats the motion ( whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ), pausing the gesture to curl her fingers. She finally sighs.

How many times is this going to happen? It's about time to invest in a space leash. ]

Alright, working. Good. Doctor, do you hear me? This is Amy... I'm very much... [ She loses track of her statement, giving a weary eye-shift towards her surroundings. ] —not near the TARDIS, not at all. I've been looking, okay? This one of those times you don't want to keep me waiting for five minutes.

Oh, Rory, it would be GREAT hearing from you too. Just me standing in the middle of "who knows where," you know. Call me. Thanks.

[ A pause. Light bulb! ]

And if that's not who I am speaking to, well, go looking for the skin and bones with the nose. [ The nose. ]  The other sporting a bowtie. He's the Doctor. The one with the bowtie, I repeat, the bowtie.

This is Amy Pond, signing out unless there's something to give. [ Barely a moment for a reasonable reply. ] No?