Molly gasped, watching people rush as fast as they could out of the formerly-shaking building and could only let her shoulders and hands drop when she saw that it stopped. "My God," she whispered, making the sign of the cross over her chest. "What is that thing?" She jumped away from him, finger pointing at the crown he held. "It's obviously nothing good. I don't want to be anywhere near it."<br/><br/>She picked up the bottom of her skirts - forlorn that they were now ruined - and straightened her back. "You must take me back to that horrid man I went to your museum with. I need to get home."