[ Ib's index finger rises to point out the number on her key with a small smile. ] My room is 109. Yours should be on your key, too.

...Is something wrong? [ From her sentence before, she probably already had a phone, replaced with this new one. ] Maybe your phone is back at home. I didn't have one before, so I don't know where it went, but I don't think the witch would take it.