For a brief moment, she let herself hope.

She let herself imagine that the arms dragging her out of the museum belonged to her Sexy Stranger, that he was pulling her away into safety and rescuing her from whatever she'd accidentally stumbled into.

That hope faded the moment she felt the gun pressed to the back of her head.

"Keep moving," growled Gravelly Voice from behind her. To the others, he yelled, "Stay back or I'll actually shoot her this ...