The woman who seizes him is unexpected, but ultimately beyond his interest.

"Why does everyone call me that?" he asks in vague, quiet annoyance, directing the question at no one in particular. It takes but a twitch of his fingers to dissolve into smoke again and slip between his assailant's grasp. He rematerializes a few feet away, equidistant to the both of them.

"Such hostility." Rumpelstiltskin evaluates his quarries with a cool, almost puzzled frown. "I simply wanted to know more about this Rift of hers. It is quite the entertaining prospect, is it not?"