Chrome doesn't take the hand offered, preferring to lever herself upright with her trident. Once standing, she reaches back to brush dust from her skirt and jacket, then sighs.

"... so you don't talk?" She moves her hand a little, and the trident shrinks down to a more manageable size. She tucks its longest blade in between her belt and her skirt and leaves it there. "Huh."

A shrug.

If Mukuro-sama has need of her, he will find her. She misses him already. She ...

She's a little worried, because it's so quiet inside her own head right now, but her body seems to be holding up fine in spite of it. She doesn't understand it. "Do you know how to find a phone?"

Because if their mental connection isn't working properly, there's only one other option for getting in contact with him.