Heading back down to where the girl was Bartleby was rather miffed to find that she had up and left that room and gone wandering about his home. Sure he'd effectively kidnapped the girl, but that didn't give her the right to be so nosy. And then he noticed that his other workroom's door was open. Well this was decidedly less than good. He hadn't heard her run upstairs and he didn't see her anywhere else in his basement, so it was a decent guess that she was still probably inside and panicking. It would be a shame to have to halt on his current project to deal with her, but more blood was never a bad thing.
Slowly approaching the door to his workroom, Bartleby called in sweetly, "Come out come out wherever you are...you know I was fully ready to let you go, no questions asked." His hand slid into the front pocket of his apron and pulled out a scalpel, "There's no real reason we can't still amicably go about our separate ways, Miss. So why don't you come out here so that we can get you all cleaned up and back to the woods." Or why don't you come out here so that I can slit your throat and make sure you never breathe a word of this to anyone.
Bartleby smiled, maybe she'll turn back into that crane and this whole situation will be solved. Casually placing his hands behind his back, he walked into the room slowly and took a survey of the situation. Most of the adornments on his wall seemed fine, though Uncle Silas' antique blade had been taken down...and she was definitely hiding something underneath that towel of hers. With the serenity of a wizened old minister he said, "Naughty girls don't get to go home, so why don't we put Uncle Silas' sword back up on the wall and get ready to go?"