He senses that reluctance to a certain degree- though it manifests less in Conan's tone than the fact that the little boss hadn't brought it up earlier. Having come from a peculiar background, he's still more or less adjusting to the fact that life didn't revolve around things that apparently defied any and all logic. Thinking about this for a moment, he finishes up with the photos, before putting the piece of technology away with the same care he's shown all afternoon.

"You call the shots." His way of agreeing. "We'll take care of the rest, then. You wanna head up and figure things out from there?"