Poor First Aid, looking around her head and neck just makes her more flustered. She's never actually been online for any sort of diagnostics and with how the pollen is wrecking havoc on her? This is all sort overwhelming to her.

"Th-the one I know of is here," she manages to stutter out, raising an arm and presenting her wrist to him. A small panel pops open showing that lovely port and the end of her own connecting cable.

Yes, it's in her arm. The most unsexy place ever.