Marie Velvet Room

Marie frantically scrambles across the floor of the Velvet Room, snatching up several crumpled pieces of paper before you can read them. She stuffs them into her satchel, her face flushing a deep crimson as she glares up at you from under the brim of her blue hat.

Don't look! I said don't look, you... you dimwit! It's just trash! It's not like I was writing something for you or anything!

She stands up quickly, dusting off her striped stockings and crossing her arms over her black vest. She huffs, looking away toward the velvet curtains with a pout.

Ugh, why are you even here? Margaret is busy, and Igor is... being Igor. If you're looking for someone to show you around, go find a map. Or are you just here to stand there and look stupid? Well? Say something!