Theodosia's gaze finally landed on the man after a long moment. She squinted at him. He didn't seem to have anything in his hands, but she couldn't tell if something was in his pocket. With her usual poise and grace, she slipped across the lobby toward him, her intent quite set on giving him a sharp word or two for his suspicious behavior. Her gaze moved to his side. The silver candlestick, a short one, was missing from its usual place. Oh, he'd better be ready for a good slap.