Distract the guard

He thought of the most likely way to get the security guard away from this area. He had only one shot to convince her, and failure was not an option. Thinking of the most likely plan, he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses and hair to look messy. Then, he fake-sprinted over to her, panting excessively.

"Miss, miss! There's a merch thief in the con! He just stole my girlfriend's signed photograph, and a whole lot more! Come quick, please!"

The guard's eyes widened and her eyebrows raised. For a second, he thought he was busted. Then, she put her hands on her hips.

"Point me in their direction and follow me, then. Quick!"

"Oh, thank you! He went that way!" He pointed towards the busy section of the merch market, then fake-sprinted behind the guard before watching her dissapear into the crowd, backing immediately so he could benefit from his plan.