Margaret nods, also opting to keep low. She glances towards the entrance where the mannequins are struggling to clamber over the toppled couch, then back towards Agathe. The two make their way towards a decently sized three-drawer cabinet solution, and Margaret gestures for the two of them to move it.

"Maybe if we can break up their line of sight, it might catch them, too." A pause. "I don't even know if they have eyes."