Well Bruce. FRIDAY is upstairs. Tony’s got shit on him to alert her what’s happening. Someone should have made sure he brought his phone but there had been too much kissing and then dressing and then trying to pretend that there was nothing going on has caused Tony to leave said phone about where he left the chips. Upstairs. Far away. And without embedding sensors all over the place, as this isn’t his home, the AI is doing her job and monitoring the chips.

It’s not a good look when two geniuses can’t remember a phone. Then again, on this whole planet who would have expected that an imprinted psychic alien would find them and try to toss out her competition?

“Why would you say that? You’re perfectly virile!”