In hindsight, the vacant floor might have been a hint something was amiss.

[Gold is already over this espionage shit. He is so over it. But his clear agitation evaporates when Belle brings out the cloaking spell. Bless.]

She's right. The spell will hold them back for a bit- right up until they decide blowing us up might be more efficient, but ideally we'll be gone by the time that occurs to them.

[He's fairly confident about that. And to Belle, he adds.] No time like the present, then.