"Ozpin certainly must have lowered his standards in this situation, granting another Branwen brat such a shape change," Salem said, magic crackling all around her. You don't really understand what she means, or any of the other things she rages on about as you bide your time and wait for the distraction. When her back is turned, you grab the lamp from the table and begin dragging it away to your hoard, along with the sparkly staff you gathered earlier.