[One can only hope it works out. It seems simple enough; and surely this cannot end any worse than a giant tree sprouting and taking root in the middle of a room, blasting itself up through the ceiling--

Thomas notices how the painting's changed, then looks over his shoulder at the rest of the gallery.]

She won't be able to get away. I can sense her; it will take little more than a trawl through the gallery again to find her.

[He looks at Iona again.]

Still, there is no point in trying to subdue her now. We will have to wait until this gallery locks up, when there is no one around. And then we might solve the issue of the "weirdo spider vibes" lady in a more permanent manner.

What time do the doors lock?