[Well, give her a few minutes, dog... er, Cinna. She's making her way out of the apartment and down to the elevator, juggling a plastic bag in one hand and the network device and a pair of brown knees high boots in the other. This'll be difficult to keep up all the way there.]

I know you'd prefer to see my face as much as I'd love to see yours, but I'll have to switch modes and put this thing in my pocket.