So his task was to do as he did best: Guard something. To step as close to the public as possible and use his body to block the view as Miriam set to work crafting the ruse was very familiar, and comforting all the same.

"...I am called Durant."

He sent looks to passersby, who in turn kept walking, only a little faster than before. Move along.

It wasn't too long before she needed his wrist, which he offered. Huh. Ornate little thing... and this was paper, layered together? He was sure a good rain would ruin this, but where was rain when you lived underground? They were a pair of geniuses! They wouldn't suspect a thing!

...Okay, that fist pump was cute. You stop that.