"Well, they're not really that new," Chris protests without much ferocity. "If you guys are museum displays, what do you even use computers for? Wait —" He lifts a hand. "Forget it. I probably don't want to know."

He rummages in his pocket and pulls out his own phone, which fortunately hadn't been ruined when he'd spilled coffee all over himself. It's the benefit of having a good, sturdy, waterproof case, which he would happily explain to anyone should they ask.

"Here, look," he says. "I have a Samsung too! Pretty cool, huh? Maybe it's a requirement for night guards. Except... Mr. Daly seems more like a Nokia kind of guy. Anyway, do you know how to use the computer in the lobby? Maybe I could teach you."

And just like that, Ahkmenrah had discovered the key to unlocking Chris's friendliness and getting his skepticism to subside, at least for a little while.