[Oh . . . that's a sweet thing to say. Well, not sweet, but - observant. As her hand lowers, she grabs the locket and loops it around his neck, then pinches his cheek.]

It's a picture? Of me and . . .

[Leaning over his shoulder, she points at the man with dark hair - Will, although Robin won't know it yet.]

Him. He killed my dad. There's a memory in it, too, and that's of Will, but, um. Also not. You're supposed to need keys to open it - all those little vials - but.

[She smiles brightly.]

I'm your tour guide! So if you want me to open it, I can.