She tosses the side table at another mannequin, and it falls over. As more mannequins begin to congregate at the end of the hall, Margaret clambers over the couch, holding out a hand to pull Agathe over, as well.

"Come on. Maybe if we put enough stuff between us and the mannequins, we can create a defensive position," she says. There's a sense of urgency in her voice. "The less energy spent trying to fight them off, the better."