He actually stops dead in his tracks, very nearly causing her to run headlong into his back. He can hear the faint sounds of movement too and he isn't stupid, but-- He hisses at her, tone severe but hardly above a whisper out of necessity's sake. "Have you gone completely mad? You can't burn all this! It's a bloody miracle anything makes it through Alexandria as it is; imagine if we destroyed something important."

Well, more important than what they'd already been sent to destroy anyway. To be frank the whole idea is miserably depressing as it is. Don't make him think about throwing the baby out with the bathwater, Chloe.

"It's fine. We'll be quick about it. How hard could it be?" And he promptly sets to combing through the mish mash of collected records, telling himself that this isn't a dig that someone's combed over. There has to be some form of organization and it's not like it's impossible to read hieroglyphics. He's a little rusty, sure, but if there was one thing the British are phenomenal at, it's appropriating and destroying Egyptian artifacts.