“Were you here when it was knocked off? How big is it? Like an earbud, like a smartphone, like an ipod shuffle?” Even as Summer was spitting out the questions she was crouching, fingers played and hands skimming above the ground. Not that it made any real difference, but she felt like it helped somehow. A finder she was not.
How was he supposed to know where he was when it was knocked off? He had his head smashed with a rather powerful hand. “More like a bluetooth, just more… Uh, hi-tech.” He was busy sifting through boxes, “though I’m not quite sure where I was when it was knocked off. Fight started closer to that end of the alley.” He gestured in front of himself as he looked.
“Something more Stark-like,” she muttered. Her questing hands pushed aside a drift (a drift of /what/, she didn’t know), and she spotted something gleaming dully. “This it?” She held it out on the palm of her hand.