“This isn’t what it looks like,” River said, raising her hands and smiling at the armed guards.
“This is the Royal Mint! You expect us to believe you just took the wrong exit off the motorway and wound up here by accident?” The guard snorted disparagingly; he wasn’t born yesterday. “You were loading your bag with gold!”
“I only wanted to borrow a few bars; you’ve got so many I didn’t think you’d miss them. I would have returned them, honest.”
“Borrow a few gold bars? This isn’t a lending library, lady!”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying!” River vanished.