Whistling rather jauntily and occasionally interspersing with tuneless singing, the guard is halfway through a high-note when the discordant clink of metal draws his attention.

"Hm?"

It's just a turn of the head - he truly doesn't seem invested enough in this job to do much more than that, but perhaps it offers Donnie an opening. Down below, Shu currently seems to be practicing for a job as a slow-motion mime as she freezes with one foot about to land on the next step.

((Ok, I asked for permission in the player plot I originally submitted!))