Alright. [She shrugs and makes her way into the museum and toward the gallery he mentioned. She glances around and then moves one gallery over. She makes sure that where she's standing doesn't have a line of sight into the other gallery and then proceeds to strip her jacket off and toss it to the ground.

Now, her original plan had been to strip down, making accusations about the art and the models they used, but she sees the crowd here and she figures that the whole being a knight thing doesn't involve... public nudity. So instead, she just starts to tug at the collar of her shirt.]

It's hot... do you feel hot? [She asks someone beside her.] I think I smell something, too. [Her words are murmured to herself, but she's getting a bit louder.] I think that's gas... I smell gas -- right?

[She gets the attention of someone, she hopes, and her bluff check hits up at 27, so hopefully someone is buying this...]

I really think there's a gas leak... I mean, are the -- are the paintings all supposed to go all whoosh like that? [Her hand goes to the wall, almost too close for comfort to a frame of a painting - that might get security over to help her out.]

I definitely smell gas.