Ned laughs at the mental image of Ginsberg, the museum worker, stealing in at night to wreak havoc on innocent arboreal displays. He might not be saying a whole lot, as he strolls along a few paces behind the other man, but he is enjoying himself immensely. As he'd told Ginsberg when they arrived, he's never been here before, can't even remember the last time he went to a museum. It's not really the sort of thing he'd think of on his own, and it's not the kind of place he's used to being taken. But he likes it so much better than he would have some stiff, fancy restaurant or drinks in another bar.

He sees Ginsberg struggling and can't help a smile. He leans in and says, quietly enough that there's no way the family could overhear, "Want a boost?" That's okay, isn't it? Ned doesn't mean it maliciously, after all. The fact that he's already feeling comfortable enough to joke like that is pretty unprecedented, for him.

Spotting a different side of the large room that is mostly, deserted, Ned nods in that direction. "Let's go look at whatever that is, until they're done." Turns out 'that' is a display case of spearheads - used, the card says, for hunting game as well as 'inter-tribal conflict'.

"Good to know some things never change," Ned mutters with dry sarcasm.