He doesn't answer the question at first. Which is not even anything new for Five. But it's still true, and it annoys her. Even though he does get there, in his roundabout fashion some five or ten seconds later. Number Three knew she wasn't naturally patient, but the whole situation made it worse right now. Not knowing things. Not having all of them together.

Stupid people thinking they got to name her now, too.
She had two names already. That was enough names for anyone.

She didn't hesitate -- it's part of how she earned her place, her number -- when his fingers hit the buttons and he said those words. Jumping straight in as his words finished, leaning toward the little device. "This is Number Three," and with a glance over, "--and Five. We're somewhere downtown in a place called Nonah. Where are you?"

Then, with a look at Five. "Is that good?"

The smallest flicker of uncertainty was there. The kind only her siblings knew how to see. It's not like a phone. She knows he's not there. She knows Five's scorn and derision about what he knows and everyone else doesn't takes less than half a second, but they're a team, they're together, and alone, and she knows that he'll know things. Which they need more right now.

(Even as her heartbeat just a little faster
at the knowledge of Space being somewhere here.)