When Summer got Dwight's voicemail, she only had one thought, said outloud, albeit to no one except her cat:

"Cleveland? Ew."

But she did eventually text (yes, text, hi, she wasn't fifty, okay) back with just a short and sweet:

Hey, good luck, man! The shot'll be here when you need em! If u need anything let me know! 🍻🍻🍻