It had been quite some time since the thief's last job, but Peter had been quite busy planning the next one. A big heist involving robbing a museum and stealing priceless gems right from under the noses of the guards.

Such a feat would be almost too easy for him. He sighed and set down the plans for the building he had been looking at. Even the best thief in the galaxy experiences a bit of burnout every once in a while, and Peter was lacking interest in the job at hand. He almost felt this job was beneath him.

And yet, he went through with it anyway. Once the plan was finished, he got to work sneaking in, disabling the alarm system, and making his way into the room that held the gems.

What he didn't expect was that the archivist and curator at the museum would be organizing the exhibit - the schedule suggested that everyone had gone home. Now he was caught, standing in the room after dropping from a vent, locked in eye contact with the poor curator.

He needed a lie, and fast. "Oh, hello there! I didn't think anyone would be here this late, I was just checking the vents for proper air flow."