Tell me what I'm doing wrong. Or right, on the off chance there's anything. Anonymous commenting is on and IP logging off. Comments screened unless you ask that they aren't.

[Footsteps and the soft clank of metal on gravel start the recording, before fading out. Leather rubs on leather. There's a quiet intake of breath, though sharp, and a long pause. His voice is dubious, and at the same time, resigned.]

...This isn't my phone.