Finally, something Morgana instantaneously recognizes. It's not that she's familiar with all of the contents, but the organization, and the ones she does know, makes her smile a little in relief. Now this, this is something she can work with. She pockets her currently malfunctioning might-be-a-screwdriver.

Along the walls are a variety of weapons. She would not know about the guns, but the ropes and knives and "this is excellent in its craftsmanship." She's holding a sword that should look like it's too big for her to haul around, but it's like a broadsword, and she's well trained. She's testing it for balance.

"This place should equip us perfectly," The Doctor's aversion to weapons notwithstanding.