[Margot is pissed, under fed, and under slept.
This is, clearly, not a good combination.
During her rampage around the house, packing up bits of things and stuffing them into a backpack, the phone is knocked off the hook, probably by either an errant elbow or a rough shove to a piece of furniture.
Margot and her sister have gotten into a
fight, and the end result isn't going to be pretty.]
FUCK. I can't believe she would suggest -- the fucking nerve. Stay here, I can't -- the walls, the walls..!