"Whoa." Whoa? Whoa, you're way old? Nice. "Uh, I mean, that's awesome. You totally don't look it... you were what, like, forty?"

He's affixing the snaps of the mirror sleeve as he says this; soon enough, it's being tucked away again, more or less safe in his canvas messenger bag. No one's going to suspect he has such a valuable object hidden in that thing, or so he assumes, since it's obviously secondhand.