[Her excitement is cute. Reminds him of himself in his teenage years, a very, very long time ago.

He clicks his tongue, looking at her with amusement.]

Ah, Miss Iona. You are making it far more complicated than need be. You see, this is but a university. There are not even cameras in every corner of the gallery for a thief like me--no, thieves like us--to worry about. And thus, the school's locks will be saved from your wrath.

Non, we needn't even leave. The trick is to stay in the building, unseen, while they lock up. Then, when we are alone, we simply unearth ourselves from our hiding spots.

Tell me, how do you feel about... vents?