The woman at the window gave him his total. He handed her a fifty (a bank card or credit card might not have been advisable to use), not paying attention to how much it was. "Love, the only gold I know of is at Fort Knox," he said easily. Something about it, though, felt familiar. Right even. The ludicrousy of this entire situation was starting to get to him.
As she wiped her cheeks, he looked over at her and saw that she must have been crying. "It's all right," he promised. "But you can't waltz into a bank and demand gold." She'd definitely have police after her then. "So, for now, why don't we just get you home so you can take a shower and get some rest, yeah?"