He catches the check to his hip with an exaggerated 'oof' and lets her get a few strides off before he falls in to follow her lead. "They might," he says, though in the distinctly dismissive way that translates to 'But who the hell cares, we're here to destroy some priceless works of history here - what's one necklace?' "Probably looks better on you than on the table anyway."

It's his turn to pat her: square hand in the middle of her shoulder blades as he moves past her. They're not going to find the scrolls in this room.