"The Calculator would," she said, thinking of the nemesis she'd left back home in Gotham. "And technically, you could be using it as some sort of trigger device." However, judging from the frequencies the phone wad emitting, it wasn't likely. It was just your average phone as far as Babs could tell, no less or more than what she'd been expecting.
She watched as the elevator stopped. "Honestly, no, I don't, but if you'd been lying I would have been able to tell. Yes, I ask most people that question, by the way," she answered. "Even Batman. You're in good company."