[The way she slips her hand around his arm gets him to perk his attention up around them- that wasn't a gesture of wanting to be close, but that of alertness. He doesn't see anyone suspicious, but those kinds are always good at hiding themselves. As they get in line, he pulls her into the large cloak-like jacket he has, wrapping one part of it around her.]

We blend in the easiest here. Less tourists means more of a chance for someone to get a good look at you. Here, we're just another face in the sea of the crowd.

[The express line goes pretty quickly, moving their way up the line. There's a couple behind them too, and that works out perfectly for what he had in mind. He leans down to speak quietly into the shell of her ear.]

We won't go up to the statue alone. It'll be hard to discern why or who is causing the statue to act up, and we'll be out of there before anyone is the wiser.