"I... okay, first of all, I have no idea how those got there." Kyle was surprisingly calm, considering the awkward tension situating above them. He swallowed down his stammers and lunged forward to catch the sheet of paper floating down to the desk. He was too late, of course, and his hand smacked over the image of the busty beauty, leaving only one of her feet visible. Casually, he leaned against the desk, giving Salaak a strained smile.

"Second of all. You're not going to find your communicator in my stuff!" His tone was light and anything underlying was open to interpretation.

"Have you checked the laundry basket? Most of the stuff I lose wind up in there."