Waking up in their sarcophagus was expected- the fact that it was unlocked was not a surprise either, considering Netuahkra had their stone guardians break the locks and chains the prior week. They had been shipped out of their own museum for storage during renovations, presumably to a small collector, an ex guard that was aware of the tablet. It was comforting to know that the old guard was expecting them, and that there would not need to be any long explanations that night to explain why they were alive again.
Prying the lid free, the Pharaoh sat up and quickly shed their burial wrappings, looking around at their new surroundings. It was very clear that this is not where they were meant to be- the they clutched the tablet a little closer as they hopped to the floor with a loud jingle, unsure of where they were- or indeed where their own crown was, at the moment. It had clearly been a smart decision to travel with the tablet in their sarcophagus instead of placing it in a separate box for shipping. There was no telling where it could have ended up otherwise.
A quick look around proved that the other beings in the museum were starting to stir, which was not a surprise with the tablet's magicin play. What was a surprise was that they were not in the private collection where they were supposed to be. Even more shocking was the fact that they could hear someone speaking ancient Egyptian nearby- and whoever it was, they did not sound happy. Netuahkra risked a peek out from being the stacks their coffin had been placed behind, to get a better look at the speaker.