Juliette had gotten distracted and been listening to Natasha’s latest thoughts. She always had a wonderous expression on her face, but at her size it now looked like she was utterly amazed, like a child seeing father Christmas as Natasha went on about her latest idea. She would have to divert some funds for her to study that she thought. Then she heard the clack of a gavel and realized that she had missed the bid entirely. She gave a little frumpy look but quickly lost it as Natasha reminded her of the woman. She got a determined look on her face, resolute to get at least one thief, stealing her gaze at the person Natasha pointed out. She rose her hand and put a high bid in, trying not to let her size or voice get to her as it had before, given a thoughtful look to the girl in the jar, wondering if she remembered her, and giving a malevolent grin remembering her to be the more panicky of the prisoners. She seemed to remember the promise to do what ever she wanted, and that would suit her just fine as she sat there quite excitedly.