(hiding behind tombstones on a cold, windy night with lightening flashing)
Will: I said, are you sure this is it?
Helen: Keep your voice down! We're trying to remain undetected. That does require a modicum of silence.
Will (cold and whiny): Modicum, right. Why are we hiding? We're on an island in the middle of nowhere - and it's a crypt, not the Pentagon.
Helen: A crypt potentially containing an elixir capable of prolonging life for centuries. Such secrets are rarely left unguarded.
Will: Yeah, but why can't we just …
Helen: Look! (hands Will a spyglass and he is shocked to see strange creatures guarding the crypt) Keepers of the Dead - best to be avoided if at all possible.