"Gary!" Ib cried, whirling around only to blink in surprise as her surroundings seemed to have changed. She stumbled back in surprise, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. She didn't remember this part of the Gallery. Was...Was this a new part of it? And if so who were all of these other people? The child clenched her rose to her chest protectively, slowly backing away from them. Were they paintings? They look real but then again so did Mary and look what had happened because Ib had trusted her: being chased through the Gallery while the crazy girl swung a palette knife at them. 

The small girl eyed the other people in the room as well the paintings on the wall. One never knew when they would come alive and try to eat you. Ib had been surprised way too many times to be so anymore. She just assumed every piece of artwork was out to get her and nothing was safe. Her eyes caught on the small being, almost her size, who's hat got knocked off. 

Now she was [i]sure[/i] these were paintings.