[Fran perks up with a bright little smile at the help. Er. "help"...?? She assumes Newt is helping her, because of course he would be. Who wouldn't. She's done nothing wrong ever in her life to deserve this.]

Well, I could just do it right here... Oh, but I don't have any place to put anything... Adorea's not with me, hmm... [She trails off thoughtfully, glancing around the area.] I suppose we could take it to my lab. It's just down the hall, I was on my way back anyhow.

Do you need help carrying it? I can grab one of my assistants. Or Mr. Nice Security Officer-- [But the officer has wisely decided to leave this Newt's Capable Hands and hightailed it out of there. Fran hums lightly, not at all bothered.]

I suppose he was busy. Lots of crime to stop, and all, I suppose. [She smiles at Newt.] Shall we?