[After his third or so sidetrip to poke something interesting and being followed, he has to admit to a spot of irritation. He can take care of himself, after all. He's not used to people following him to make sure of it, more used to people keeping an eye on what he's doing from (okay, perhaps warranted) suspicion and it puts him on edge, wondering what his silent shadow wants or expects of him.]

I'm hardly going to steal a wall, you realise? There's little point checking up on me so often. Besides, from what our gallant captain has said, whoever was here isn't going to mind anything going missing.