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"I don't understand why you're so upset."
Brooklyn anxiously speed walked down the hallway, Larry attempted to keep pace with her but her legs were much longer than his.
"It's not like the guys at the British Museum haven't been through this before." Larry said. "They'll be fine."
Brooklyn suddenly stopped, Larry walked straight into her back making him lose balance, but Brooklyn didn't budge.
"The problem isn't the fact that the exhibits at the museum haven't been under the tablet's magic," she turned her head to face Larry, her expression full of anxiety and a hint of sadness. "It's the fact that its owner isn't with it."
Larry could see the underlying message Brooklyn sent him. He had noticed the strong interest the pharaoh and the thief had for each other after the adventure at the British Museum. He never understood their connection, but he did know Brooklyn was smart enough not to get romantically involved with him. But she did care an awful lot for the young pharaoh.
His face softened at the sight of her worried golden eyes (he did know her eyes were once hazel, but with his experience in his line of work he learned not to ask questions).
"Ok," Larry placed his hands on her shoulders, as if to steady her. "I'll see if I can get my flight changed-"
"No." Brooklyn shook her head and sucked in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'm probably just overreacting." She sighed. "I'll go to the museum tomorrow to see about this situation."
"Alright." Larry said nervously. "I'll call you when I land tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok." Brooklyn nodded, still trying to compose herself.
"Lance is there." Larry said, as if it would give her solace. "So are Ahkmenrah's parents. What's the worst that could happen?"
In that moment Brooklyn almost had a panic attack.