Tuco grunted a wordless greeting and stepped through, hat slipping down to his hand, with the ugly scarf he'd settled on quickly following suit. His eyes zipped across the room, making little pitstops along the way as if a wardrobe or light fixture might have helped clue him into what was about to follow. Still none the wiser, he turned to face Belloq and looked up at him expectantly.

"Well?" he prompted, raising his eyebrows.