[ He huffs, annoyed, but doesn't otherwise complain about having to essentially unpack the bag to get at the pot. First, he gets the trowel out, since that's easier to access, and then after a few minutes of digging through the main space, he finally pulls out the pot. ]

Great. Good to know that even the flowers are in on the dystopian surveillance schemes.

[ Which gives him an idea... ]

Hey. You think any other flowers out here might have recorded what someone else said? Like, say...someone from Retrospec?