"You're pretty bad," he replied, cheerful as anything about it. The guard passed his ID back to him, and he tucked it into his pocket, maintaining his passive focus on all the little details of their disguises and props. "It's good, though, I still like you!"

He took a couple of steps forward, but didn't say anything to urge the others to follow -- no need to seem in a rush, and his "character" probably wouldn't be that eager to get to work.