Having figured out the mystery of what exactly the box is, Ace quickly makes use of his well developed skills in sticking things into his pockets, honed over many years of handling and storing such hazardous devices as keys and slips of paper to, while Yamaguchi is still busy on the terminal, secret the case on his person.
"It's fine, Oriole. Say what you need to say to get what you want to get across, everyone has their quirks. Found a case usually used by smugglers and people carrying things they don't want accessed in here, gonna try and get it out. I'm sure one of you guys should be able to crack it. If not, I can probably pull a few strings, get someone around who can. 'Til then, I'll do what I can. "
Now, all the detective has to do is get out of here with the case safely stored. Time 'fer the 'ol 'baffle them with bullshit' routine.
"Alright, well, that's not a whole lot to go on, but it's better than nothing. Thanks, Doctor Yamaguchi. I guess that's all I can do or need here. Should I leave myself, or are you going to accompany me out?" While he talks, Ace angles his body just right to obscure any view of where the case used to be, if at all possible.
"So, I've been wondering, if it's not too personal. . ." Ace pauses, as if figuring out just how to phrase things.
"How's the octomorph? I hear the lack of bones 'n all makes it real easy to get comfortable in odd places. Like, y'ever been stuck in an economy car for an hour, with your knees at your chin, almost? Bet it'd be much less terrble, y'know, without knees."
For a brief moment, Ace considers bringing up how he's heard women of the Asian variety evidence a fondness for such sleeves, but he rapidly disregards that, as Yamaguchi would probably be horribly offended.
