"The two inch man in the jar, now going at twenty five and a half grand...do I hear more?  Does anyone want to up the bid to thirty, no?  Going....going...."  The assisting auctioneer spoke getting ready to hit the hammer on his podium stand and yell the word 'SOLD'.<br/><br/>Natasha continued to smile at Juliette.<br/>"You're wanting the girl, aren't you?"  She asked her child sized mother with a gentle voice, noticing that she'd been holding off bidding too high on this one.  "I reckon that other guy bidding against the man who just bid is working for Davis...the two of them seem to be signaling each other."