Aeryn understood the purpose of the cell phone - you used it like a very primitive, clunky communicator that for whatever reason a teenager thought she would be okay with him running off with it once she got it out of the box roughly a block from the store Crichton had taken them to in the first place. Yes, it was ugly, yes, it was a rather inefficient bit of technology, but that didn't mean she'd let some frellwit steal it from her.
Aeryn understood the process just fine; it was the use that she had trouble getting used to, and because it frustrated her, she ignored it. She knew the sound for phone calls, and she knew the sound for messages that she could just get Crichton to repeat in person (because only Crichton called her anyway in the last 48 hours since getting the thing), she knew how to make it louder and how to hang up, and that was good enough.
So she wasn't expecting it to make strange sounds while she was frowning at the news broadcast, and Crichton was sitting right next to her. She watched him mess with his cell phone, and heard her own beep three times before she picked it up and frowned at it.
Then at him.
"I don't understand."
There is so much about this she doesn't understand.
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Aeryn understood the process just fine; it was the use that she had trouble getting used to, and because it frustrated her, she ignored it. She knew the sound for phone calls, and she knew the sound for messages that she could just get Crichton to repeat in person (because only Crichton called her anyway in the last 48 hours since getting the thing), she knew how to make it louder and how to hang up, and that was good enough.
So she wasn't expecting it to make strange sounds while she was frowning at the news broadcast, and Crichton was sitting right next to her. She watched him mess with his cell phone, and heard her own beep three times before she picked it up and frowned at it.
Then at him.
"I don't understand."
There is so much about this she doesn't understand.