If it doesn't shoot right out of my fucking stomach first!

[she has no idea how this shit works when it's inside a person, but Hazel's seen him use Crazy Diamond enough that she knows broken pieces usually tend to take the shortest path home. just getting him worried about the possibility is enough.

and while he's scurrying around there like an idiot, where he can't see her? she'll just attract the attention of the nearest bystander, pushing herself up onto her knees to whisper to them:]

Hey, spread the word. I'll shell out twenty bucks to anybody who can keep him from getting that phone.