"Where is it really?" Fred looked at him. "I was going to say it was in his pants, but that'd be...weird. Wouldn't it? I know that's where people put things all the times, drugs, diamonds, money, special watches."
She stood, grabbing Jensen's PDA. She was still touching buttons and looking through it as she rounded the desk and settled on the couch nearby.
"If it is in his pants, he should go for it himself." Yes, she was doing her usual think outside the box. Sort of. She would still blame the files she'd just been reading for where her mind was.