Astrid was already on her feet, almost following the phone upwards as it had been lifted so easily from her weakened grip. But having it taken from her had given her a renewed burst of energised determination. It felt like her lifeline had been stolen and she was damned if she was going to let that happen. She needed to hear him, needed that constant contact until he arrived.

"Give me the phone, I need to talk to him. Give me back the phone." Jean raised a hand to her in a 'just a minute, relax' gesture.

"NO, NOW!" Astrid glared, through gritted teeth.

Startled by her aggression, and following Shelterline protocol with potentially violent visitors, Jean placed the phone down on the chipboard coffee table, avoiding physical contact entirely and took a few steps backwards.

"Doctor!" Astrid clung to the phone with both hands, nobody would take it from her again as she strode towards the door, running on the dregs of whatever her body had managed to bring to the surface.