( there’s a bit of a strange ‘whump’ noise being made as she taps her finger against the recorder of the communication device. forgive her ignorance, folks, Red is from a time in which typing doesn’t even exist yet. the whole trinket confuses and boggles her, so the fact that she’s managed to turn it on at all is a triumphant small victory )

Um… Hello? ( her voice is small, but welcoming and rather friendly )

Is this working? I don’t understand… ( she trails off momentarily but picks up again: ) Snow? They told me I could ask about you and you might be here…

Snow?
Hello…?

Please answer, Snow…