"Yo, Sibyl!" Del sauntered across looking like the cat that had had the cream and held up his hand to offer her a high five.
He, of course, in common with all the rest of the museum's casual workers and front of house staff, had no idea that there had been a robbery, let alone such a high profile one. The 'foot soldiers' weren't on the 'management' email feed that included such people as 'Head of Fabric Conservancy' - even if it was a one-woman department.
He occasionally wondered about the tense atmosphere but put it down to the extra busyness of the museum and the crappy prospects for pay awards.