[She slips in, holding out the nondescript plastic as an offering as she does. Jack is surprisingly... casual, and she's almost amused at how much it suits him. It's easy to see him off-duty, lounging as much as he was feasibly able, swirling a drink and considering how best to evacuate every person in the bar should an emergency arise.]

Here. Not sure how it ended up on the cactus, but maybe whoever found it first thought its owner would find it better that way.

How'd you lose it?