Oh yes, she had been doing just fine on her own tracking him down when he laid the most obvious sign out on the doorstep and then lost her apparent only piece of connection to her past to him. She was doing very well on her own, and he knew that her temper would get the best of her soon enough. As far as he was concerned, he had her eating out of the palm of his hand and she just hadn't realized it yet. That was the way he liked to play when he had set his mind on a task.

He did need a distraction and a hobby, but he had just found one. He felt no need to tell her that right now though, since he knew with her snarling and anger that she was losing her feel of the situation. If he waited her out and poked her a little more, she would give in with little fight and they would be on their way. He'd even give her back her nice little photo once they were out of the Smithonian too.

He smirked when she cussed him out and knew he had won. He shifted his weight to a more relaxed pose, looking eerily similar to the man displayed on the monument behind him. "It's a good thing you accepted the inevitable. A shorter time than most of your project."