The badge is still good for something, seems like, even if HPD isn't all that thrilled to call him one of their own. The security guy just nods to Steve's request, points back over his shoulder.

He wonders, as they head past, what exactly would necessitate getting hauled into the security office, here. Did some kid try to smuggle a water bottle past the security line? Maybe a can of paint?

Sure, the Arizona memorial is an important spot, but like the Liberty Bell, or the Washington Monument, not like it's a library full of state secrets. "You think maybe there's a bunch of criminal lowlifes hanging around a national monument?"

All he's saying is, it can't be the world's most stimulating job.