What, you mean the magazines? [Phil raises his eyebrows, unconcerned, even moderately amused, though he keeps a straight face.] I'm sure they've got plenty to go around. Sure their fingers are sticky, too. [Of course there was the weed, along with the rest of the drugs, the guns, and a well-hidden collection of papers and assorted objects that no one on the planet's allowed to see, but so what? And what the fuck does Javert know about it, anyway? Probably nothing beyond what he might suspect, and suspicions don't count for shit in a court of law.

The guy had better not have something more than suspicions, anyway. Just to be safe, it might be best to finesse the defense further still.

Jesus, though, that sudden stare, sudden defensiveness, whatever the hell it is when Javert starts talking about what he doesn't teach. All right, all right. Something's going on there, though Phil can't say what.

Phil blinks, but otherwise keeps his expression controlled. Doesn't even respond with, 'You aren't nuts already?'. He could've though. He very easily could have.] All right. So what do you teach?