Cords, of course, and she's decided it was easier to take the time to deconstruct one of the smart phones to do what she wants. She's going to have to fucking learn how to make apps and it rankles, except that she thinks it could be useful.

Pulling up what she's got done on the burner (a rather expensive burner), she connects it with Tim's phone, watching as the password is cracked within seconds. She turns that phone over as it begins to flick through apps and passwords and pictures, and glances back up at Jamie.

"There are ways. It wouldn't be difficult at all to set up an untraceable email account, send them the information. Depends on how they feel about the hacking." She gives a little shrug. "Could give them a taste and call it into a tip line. It wouldn't be terrible to have a contact there, or know someone who's going to just get the job done."