[He nods, his expression grave, before taking off down the hallways leading back to the Modern Living exhibit. It garners a few disapproving shouts from the guards who spot them running past, but otherwise the path is clear. No sign of any tiny dancers yet, though...]

Do you think they may have been drawn to another room of some sort? Maybe something with other dancers or musicians in it? [He frowns, however, as a thought occurs--] Though if there's dozens of them, they could be scattered all over this place...

[A wisp of gauzey material catches his eye, fluttering around the nearest corner, and he can't help but point and shout:]

There--! Did you see it?!