Taking in the pink frills, and girlishness of the room, Morgana can admit to feeling uncomfortable with the pristine nature of a room filled with snow, but the evil of which the Doctor speaks is escaping her.

That is, until she's certain the dolls moved and the music stops.

She takes a step closer to him, and thus, closer to the exit. "This was under the bed." She holds out the small pink book with the lock. She would be unfamiliar as to what it might be. "Everything else is out in the open, so why try to hide this?"