"Fuck...!" The word comes out with a loud, deflating whine like he's become some sort of admonished child. He even sort of flops backwards, his back flat(ish) against the ground as Garrot, no matter how lucid or incoherent or intoxicated he may be, has been conditioned to feel bone-chilling fear whenever his daughter Miri comes into play. It means he has fucked up as a person, but in this... this state he's in, he can only go so far as knowing that he is in trouble.

"Dad, you're 90 minutes ahead of check-in." Miri's voice is sweet like honey but with an edge that betrays a lack of patience. In the background echoes the steady thud of a knife chopping through something. Garrot, meanwhile, picks up on the voice and just crosses his arms, pouting like a child. "If you're calling just to say you miss us again, I will pay someone to do something to your house out there." Garrot gasps audibly, but since he's not actually at the phone... There's a beat of pause.

"Dad?" Is he just doing weird clone prank calls again? He definitely has better ways to spend his time...