As the sight of the instructor hit her, the realization of actual death and possibly even the curse struck upon her as well.  This was no idle jest.  This was no attempt to entertain the guests with a story of what had occurred, something to which she'd been privy quite a few times.  This was all real and dangerous, and if she didn't leave now, she might have to be carried out in a hearse.<br/><br/>"I see."  She rose gingerly and delicately from her seat.  "I think for now I should take my leave, but I hope to see the mummy on display."  The latter was a calculated risk.  If the mummy lasted long enough in this area to reach the museum, then there was no curse and everything would be alright.  However, if it went missing, then it wasn't worth her life to attempt a chance to see it.  Sometimes patience was all she had to keep herself going.  Ironic that she would leave without the patience to wait for a farewell from the others.