[ oh, come on! it wasn't all that tough of a lob, surely. it's hard to imagine him now as the same stern-faced fellow who'd kept her six just yesterday. but rather than dwell on it, she takes the moment to scrutinize the action. she lets her thoughts play out aloud: ]

One has to wonder whether it isn't somehow more suspicious to own what would appear to be a faulty tube. [ a shake of her head; she's not really complaining, however. ] Although it's not discretion you designed it for so much as safety. It'll do.

[ she rounds the corner of the desk and plucks the lipstick back into her own possession before reaching, instead, for the icer. ] Do you happen to have a spare holster? Mine's occupied.

[ of course, it doesn't look like she's currently wearing a holster. logic dictates that it's under her skirt. ]