𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

Since she'd been put in this modular prison of a room via those awful, blessed scriptures, Margaret was finding her own entertainment in this office while the priest was cutting down the respective horde outside. A 'baby jail' if you will.

Swears and groans eventually quieted down, given that the paladin wouldn't be letting her out until he was done. So she's taken to stacking rummaging around in the drawers to find something to break the window (since she can't touch it physically). And that's when the Father (funnily enough) decides to 'check in' on her.

"Nothin'!" She shouts back, gaining access to a weighted stapler. "I'm sittin RIIIGHHT where ya left me. Cuz, y'know, there ain't SHIT to do in here!!!"