"Mr Daley? You mean Larry Daley?" There's a flicker of confusion on Ahkmenrah's face, which quickly melts across into delight, "The Guardian of Brooklyn. He hasn't set anything up here in a very long time indeed. Did he recommend you for the position?"

He clambers carefully from the Sarcophagus, says a few words in ancient Egyptian to the two statues guarding the door (who visibly relax in response), and straightens to his fullest height. "I am Ahkmenrah, Fourth king of the fourth king of Egypt, and you are not being deceived."

Then he pauses, for a very brief moment, "...Larry didn't tell you that something like this might happen? When you took the job?"