"Hmm? What..." Greg's overall pleasant demeanor leaks away as he finally sees what the kid's holding. His brow furrows, and when he tries to put his smile back on, it's easy to see it's forced. "W-we shouldn't be messing with that. They're... someone's precious memories. I'll get in trouble going through them." He falters again. "We. We will."

It's just a dream, so there wouldn't actually be any consequences, right? Yet, there's no doubt in Greg's mind: only danger is waiting for him in those tapes. He sits back on his knees, scratching at his beard, which he evidently has now. It itches like crazy.

"Hey, besides, they're probably pretty boring! You'd probably have way more fun watching these. Or..." He pauses, frowns at himself. "What'm I saying. We ought to get out of here. Gives me the willies."