The second the crown was out of her possession, the cloudiness disappeared. She felt the weight leave her pockets. Rue glanced around the otherwise empty museum and spotted him. Grabbing his arm, she spun him around. "I beg your pardon, but that does not belong to you! I'll have you return it right this instance," she demanded of the stranger. Whether she was pretending to return it to Wickerbot or not was up in the air however. Rue kept the stranger's arm in a death grip, refusing to let him go, fingernails digging into his skin.