We’re still in the museum …
Oh, look! Somebody finally remembered to turn on the laser beams.
We’re treated to a close up of a sculpture of … ? Rape of the Sabine Women? Greco-Roman wrestling? Clearly this is meant to be a METAPHOR, and I’m not getting it. Because I am, in the words of our dearly departed friend Khalil, a Philistine. (Maybe the sculpture depicts Philistines!)
Now THIS is what I call real art.
Meanwhile, hidden behind the statuary, Steele indulges in a little liquid courage. Laura doesn’t seem impressed.
It’s an excellent cognac, but Laura declines his offer of a nip.
Well, on second thought …
“To our first time, eh?” Steele toasts. Again with the double entendres!
“To our only time.” Laura doesn’t intend for this to become a regular part of doing business.
“Pity, really,” he laments. “There are so few forms of true intimacy left.”
“This isn’t a date, you know,” she reminds him. He tells her it beats a night in the laundry hamper.
The lasers are still … lasing. Laura wants to know how they’ll get past them.
Steele’s brought along a few accomplices. That backpack must be a TARDIS: bigger on the inside than the outside.
Steele has asked the monsters to escort them.
How many tribbles are there in the universe?
Mr. Steele hands Laura the tribble and tells her to start winding them up. Somehow I think Mr. Steele is winding Laura up!
We’re back with Security Chief Guy, who has a pretty fancy desk. He’s assuring his boss that he’s not playing the radio any more. (Because that’s the only flaw in security here at Nameless Museum.) Suddenly …
A tiny army of monsters goes by, beeping. One could quibble with the plausibility of this tactic. How did Laura and Steele wind up all those monsters and let them go all at once? Wouldn’t someone have heard the fairly loud beeping? And wouldn’t any security guy with half a brain figure out they were trying to create a distraction?
Oh. Well, my first two questions are valid.
Chief Security Guy runs back to his desk and helpfully turns off the security system. Because that’s what you DO when tiny wind-up monsters invade the museum, that’s why!
He races off to confront the marauders. Meanwhile …
… Steele and Laura and in fairly plain sight, watching the shenanigans with glee! Well, at least Laura looks gleeful. I think she likes tiny monsters!
They pick their way among the troops. Steele accidentally kicks one over …
… but Laura, who is kind to furry animals, puts him upright again.
Nearby, another guard who is apparently unconcerned about beeping monsters in the vicinity, meanders through the halls.
Laura and Steele have hidden themselves behind more statues. Laura surmises that they’ll start searching for someone now. Steele assures her that security guys are reluctant to report an invasion of tiny monsters. It hurts their credibility. (And these guys have a reputation to uphold!)
“You know, you’re very good at this,” Laura notes, equally impressed and unnerved.
“I think you just made my evening!” Steele answers. “And here was I beginning to think you didn’t like me.”
“I do,” she admits. “Some.”
“But not all.”
“Only the parts I know.” (Oh, Laura. I suspect there are some parts of Steele you might like very much!)
“And the parts you don’t?” He doesn’t meet her gaze.
“They frighten me a little.”
“Fear can be a most intoxicating brew,” Steele notes. (Better even than an excellent cognac!)
In this segment we see Laura showing her heart again, admitting her vulnerability. Will Mr. Steele leave her again, like he did when she spoke honestly in the car in “Signed, Steeled & Delivered”? Let’s hope not. For his part, Mr. Steele seems genuinely pleased that Laura is impressed by his skill. Was he being honest himself (twice in one episode!) when he told her he was beginning to think she didn’t like him? Laura’s response goes to the heart of their conflict this first season: Laura NEEDS to know more about Steele’s past, and he is unwilling to share that much.