Belle's eyes found the dagger in his hand before anything else. She didn't know if it was real, an illusion. Anything. She just knew that she needed to have it, because better her than anyone else. Then she would decide what to do. If it was an illusion it would vanish. If not then she would bury it, or return with it. She didn't know what that would mean, all she knew was that the truth of all of this was too skewed. Too confused.
"Mr Stark" she said quietly. "They dropped that, the dagger, it belongs to someone, so I thought maybe I'd take it, bury it somewhere, so that it'll be safe, if they ever..."
She wasn't the worst liar in the world. But she was nervous. She wanted it gone, she knew this was nothing but a way for Pan to mock her, a way for him to throw this in her face. Maybe he thought she'd give him a way home. Who knew anymore.
"I'm fine, He's been in my head, you know, the usual, so you don't need that." she tried again, holding out her hand for the dagger. Knowing it was probably futile. But she knew Stark was a good man despite the act he put on sometimes