"Faith," Hank was saying, his voice tinged with a sigh. "You've just undergone major surgery, I know you think - "
"I'm fine," Faith said, shaking her head, though the blue furred medic could not see her. "I'm feeling great. Had some slight memory loss just after the surgery, but it was only temporary. Dr Shepherd says that I'm doing great. Remarkably well, even."
"That may be so," Hank went on. "But you still need to give yourself time to recover. Even if you think you don't need it."
"So you won't bust me out?" she asked.
"I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you - "
"See ya, Hank."
Faith hung up and tapped her fingernails on the screen of her iPhone. She brightened, thinking of just the person to help bust her out early.
She scrolled through her phone book until she came to the pager number she was after.