Thankfully Niko had been here enough prior to Belloq that he wasn't his main association with the place, and on top of that a harrowing encounter with a creeper in that swamp had left him with something more fresh on his mind. Still, he looked a little sad as he remained settled on one of the rocks and stared out at the dig.

It seemed lonely- people used to live here. They lived in the village now, but they used to live here. Have families. Lives. People like Belloq; they had some magical ability to see those lives long after they passed. He couldn't really understand how someone with that sort of insight could separate themselves from the living people so cleanly. Wasn't that soldier's work?

Well, let that shit go back to the Nazis he owed. Niko stood up and dusted himself off, in time to see Una working her way down to the site.

"Hey," he greeted in his usual, simple tone.