"Uh, right, I'll... need it...?" Russell starts to ask, trailing off as the man walks away without so much as a twitch of acknowledgement.

Well, at least the conversation's ended, and without any public echoes to embarrass or nauseate him. Beyond that, he's not sure if this was a victory, or not... or whether he just hassled a man with the misfortune of resembling that one from the bomb scare without actually being that guy.

If nothing else, he can still try to win one petty victory; Russell heads for the nearest member of the staff, and asks whether pets are allowed in the museum.