For want of a pocket

We are headed for lunch. I am holding my i-card, phone and hairclip in my hand. I can use a hand, or a place to fit a hand. Shakunw approaches with her loving, lopsided grin and holds on to my arm. We walk towards the doors. I realise she is wearing a kurta, so she doesn't have a pocket. I ask her- "Tumhara phone kahaan hai?", she replies ' Yeh hai". The phone is neatly tucked into her underarm. Underarm, not between her arm and chest like women hold on to their purses, but literally in her underarm.
I have to admit it's a convenient spot.