She has instructed that her own students remain in their classroom, but they can be rather willful, it would not entirely surprise her to find them making mischief upon her return. However, the grinding gears of the poor thing can most certainly be heard in the day-room on the ground floor. And so Mary comes out to investigate.

The sight of it reminds her of rabbit tangled in barbed wire, thrashing uselessly against some unseen torment. It is fascinating to her and she draws closer to the life less thing, reaching up to touch it as if she could offer some comfort.

She can't, she knows absolutely nothing of the complicated mechanics that make it so special.

"You poor thing..."