[Orange eyes shift from the phone to Russel, back to the phone. What... is the significance of... the statement of age?

... Or is his name 'Fourteen'? That would be strange, Xavier decides, but... not impossible.]

Oh. I am... sorry? I do not know anyone's designations or ages.

[And so, he settles on that as a middle-ground. The intonation of Russel's voice... also means practically nothing. Oops. Perfectly manicured nails shift the phone once more, screen facing upward.]

I am sorry. [Boy, the apologies are strong with this one.] I am unsure how one is to turn off the ringing. I have not received data on how to use this machine.