Alex goes first, which means Mira is two steps ahead. They thunder up the staircase in a stampede that echoes off eight centuries of limestone. The Moped Kid sits on the moped eating their crisps with the serene confidence of someone who hasn't done anything wrong — he doesn't look alarmed, he looks amused. The bag is propped against a battlement, passports intact, snacks decisively less so. Alex grabs it, checks it, and turns to deliver a withering speech about property rights and international travel documents. What comes out is mostly wheeze. Mira gets there first: she produces the guidebook, flips to the Kotor chapter, and points at a photograph. "You," she announces, "are standing in a UNESCO World Heritage Site." The Kid considers this, then holds out the crisp packet. Two crisps left. It's the most reasonable offer they've had all day — but his smirk suggests the bag wasn't the only thing he took.