"Stop that!" Marc yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I found something in the laboratory," Toffee said, her curious search leading her into a series of writhing motions of a very suggestive nature. "I put it away for safe keeping."
"In ... in your...?"
"Yes," Toffee answered quickly. "After all, I don't have any pockets, you know."
"What was it?"
"Something small and white ... and cold, at first," Toffee panted, snappily shifting hips.
"A capsule?" Marc yelled.
"What's a capsule?" Toffee gasped impatiently. "Don't bother me with silly questions at a time like this. I know the thing is here somewhere."
The drunk turned eagerly away from the window. His eyes became brilliantly alight, and a grin of sheerest delight spread over his face.