[wow there is so much pointless clutter in these boxes. the shit you must accumulate over a thousand years, man...]

Huh? [looks up, pause] Uhhh, I'd rather do it when we have detectives there. So later, I guess.

[he turns back to the box and digs out a portrait, cocks his head at it, then turns it for Ezra to see. Definitely the ex-Vahishta, but clean-shaven and with a much less ridiculous haircut.] It's so fucking weird to think he just changed his hair every 50 years and people bought that it was a different guy every time.