Cash shook his head. "I'm on the seventh floor," he said, using one hand to gesture vaguely downwards. "Um, Magical Games & Sports." He didn't bother to inject enthusiasm into the sentence, because Ford could tell when he was lying — and it wasn't worth it, anyways, it wasn't like Prewett was up here often or like Prewett cared about Cash's enthusiasm level.

MJ made this!