At that, Tuco just looked at him, mouth ticked up on one side. The irony was, had Belloq not stressed the dangers of crossing the Orions, (and name-dropped them in the first place) he probably would have offered to help somehow. He'd have almost certainly insisted he was a very capable bodyguard, and that for the right price, he'd put his life on the line.

Now, it felt a little more like he was watching a ship sink in front of him. He couldn't help surmising that it was better for him to row his figurative raft as far away as possible, lest he be dragged down, too.

And so, with a jerk of his head and shoulders, he proceeded by setting his hat back on. "That's too bad," he said, failing to embellish the words with anything more than flat, token sympathy. "Try telling them: No todo lo que brilla es oro." He gave his hand a flourish. "Who knows? Maybe they more forgiving than you think."