Microwave oven. [ she glances back at it for a moment. not a very creative name, but at least it matches function. the last time she saw one, it was sitting on the other side of glass and force fields at the smithsonian. ] Blunt, but it works. Can't say that it would be my preferred method of cooking.

[ she'd almost rather eat leola root. almost.

when he asks to see her tricorder, she hesitates, some of her more friendly-appearing demeanor fading to give way to something with more of a calm, hard edge that lies beneath. ] Under the condition that I get it back, [ is what she settles on, holding the device out to him. ]