Stephanie turned and looked at the guy, or rather slightly up to the guy, six inches or so above HER. "Sheesh, Firecracker," she addressed Noel noticing the similarities between her and the person before her, "You didn't tell me you come from a race of giants! You're a David compared even to this Goliath!"
She then had a chance to look at the phone as she hadn't seen the text pop up. Turning the phone back on, there it was in the lock screen. "You got that ex pornstar's number! Cattanna Hottin Roof. You haven't been answering these dumbasses have you? Worse thing you could've done!" She then went to the messages. "Mmmk, block, block, good, good, good, ugh. Def block. Huh. You got Doc Brinker? Def good number, whoa Chief Quimby. You're text buddies with someone not even Dad has! He's just boss! Waaaaay good! She shook her head, then when she straightened that out, she put in hers and said while adding a second, "I'm giving you my dad's. And save the texts as tracing obscene texts through their phone numbers is kinda his specialty. Send him a text soon's I give you back your phone... And send me a test text." She then looked up behind Jeffrey as she heard a feminine voice say, "Thanks again Jeff, who's the redhead? She's cute."
"I'm uhhh... Nancy Drew." Stephanie blundered, clearly crushing hard, and blushing harder.
Elizabeth Conrad laughed, "Seriously? I mean I always kind of imagined she'd look something like you... But never that cute! So is your dad a lawyer like your book self?"
That snapped her out of it, and Stephanie fumblingly tried to hand Noel's phone back to her. "Umm, cop actually. Captain, precisely. Ummm. That's my nickname. It's really Stephanie. Umm... Stephanie Wainwright."