"Might end up dissected, otherwise," Tess replies, holding up the communicator for him, and she snorts. Barring that, it'll be carried all over the place, examined, picked apart for secrets. She can't pretend to know what William's ever looking for, just that he's always looking for something. "Harry'll take good care of it, anyway. Can't imagine that man harming a fly. It can't be that hard, either, it's not like it can run away."