"Thief"? [ Heine backs out of the safe, eyeing the laser grid he's going to have to cross again. He can trip the alarm now, it doesn't really matter. ] Like you're not here to do the same thing. Don't tell me you wouldn't have—

[ Goddammit. He lets out a heavy sigh, dodges most of the lasers on his way back, and comes to a stumbling stop next to Joel, shooting him an angry look. How can he stand there and accuse him like he's not the one who took the painting in the first place? Even as the noise down the hall approaches, Heine gets up close—probably too close, but he's pissed now. ]

Why would I take the painting and still let myself get dragged in here? I could've ditched you in the beginning and gotten you caught.