[Morgan, though... upon seeing the three of them, his expression falters into confusion, but recovers a moment later, becoming a bit difficult to read. A thin smile bleeds onto his face, and he steps forward to stand in front of Jake, lightly brushing off Lyra's gesture.]

What's too much? The fact that we were trying to deter a trio of thieves from running off with our paycheck?

[He does give a tiny congenial wave at them from across the gallery. It's difficult to tell if it's anything close to sincere, but they can probably guess that there's irony embedded in the gesture.]

Hi, Jackie. Oren. Stranger I've not met. Now, give us our urn back, please.