Yes, Decar has been too rude.

“Andrea, That is uncalled for.” You step in and defend Pops and your date.

“This whole procedure is highly questionable, Dr. Anderson!” Decar doesn't back down.

“I didn't mean to be any trouble.” Pops interjects, clearly a bit confused and concerned that he might have done something wrong.

As the three of you debate the problem, Kyle, left to herself, goes back to examining the necklace.

Your pondering whether to summon the Director of the Athenaeum to deal with belligerent Decar is resolved when your date stands and announces, “I'm all set. I have got everything I need, thank you all for your time and my apologizes for the inconvenience.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, not wanting Kyle to feel rushed.

“I'm sure.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you, Ms. Decar, for being so kind.” The charming Gothamite politely nods to the Exhibitions Manager, before giving Pops a quick peck on the cheek. “You were a big help, Navy.”

“Anything time.” The old man blushes as Decar looks on with a scowl.

Taking you by the arm, the raven haired beauty looks up at you, “Shall we?”

Happy the situation has been so elegantly diffused you lead your date out of the office section of the Athenauem.

“How did you know Pops was ex-Navy?” You have to ask.

“I could see the tip of his Shellback tattoo on his neck.” Kyle answers, “Besides the navy ring was a big give away.”

“Do you always own every room you walk into?” You look at your date with admiration.

“When it's necessary.” She grins.

Entering into the main lobby the Athenaeum is closing down.

“Too bad.” Kyle sighs, “It would have been fun to case this joint.”

“You're just trouble.” You flirt a bit with your date.

“Doc, you have no idea.” She leans into you. “However, the night is still young. So what is next on the agenda?”