[He probably looks like he isn't listening, focussed on what he's doing. But he is. Silently marking the most interesting pieces of what Prince tells him, racking up questions but holding them, not voicing them. Not yet. He gets the breifcase open only to find it full of money, definitely not any kind of shield. It's clipped closed, slid back into its box before he moves on to the next.]

Well, as long as it proves helpful. [Tickets, no. Contract, no.] I'm sure we'd all hate to have been through all that for something really impressive.

[Dry, unmistakeably sarcastic. He looks in the last box, the pair of guns. Again, definitely not a shield. He takes a step back.]

It's either hidden in this [he knocks his knuckles on the top of the box with the games console in it, familiar enough from Shril's arcades], or it's one of these. [Pointing first the box with the creepy black box in it, then the one with the black goo.

And then the egg.]

Or that, if "advanced information shield" actually means "alien guard dog".