[she gives a short laugh at that, amused by his rather insistent denial] You know, I don't think that description's applied in at least five years now. [she's still smirking, probably enjoying this a bit too much]

[but since, based on the look on his face, he's now expecting an explanation from her, she continues] I'm, ah, what you might call the police liaison for the aliens living in Manchester. If they've got a problem related to the law, they come to me. And in return, I get favours from them. Which in this case means you might be able to get one, as long as we can get in touch with the right person. Unless you'd rather rely on native Earth technology? But somehow I doubt my mobile's got the range you're looking for.