Bastien nods, fingers curling over the jewelry. He'll look at it again later, of course. Scrutinize the make. (It's small and delicate. A woman's? Whose?) But not with Ellis watching and waiting for him. He undoes a few buttons on his vest with one hand until he has space to slide the ring and its chain into a safe inner pocket.

"I'll keep it safe," he says.

He snaps his fingers at his side to get Whiskey's attention while he fastens the buttons back up, one-handed as well.

"Where are you going?"