Holding the jacket tight about her, Morgana is trying to keep her teeth from chattering. "Can you not use your sonic?" It does everything else, so why not that? Not that Morgana would truly know, hers only opens, and locks, doors.

To keep her mind occupied, she's looking for something good for breaking glass. The delicate nature of all the pink frilly toys makes it difficult.

Usually, she would never invade someone's privacy, but she starts going through the drawers of the dresser, looking for something. All she finds are a child's summer clothes.

And then, her brain, finally kicks in. She pulls out the drawer. The wood is solid, "What about this?"