Mary was dragged rather unceremoniously to his cabin and she felt herself being shoved inside. She rocked on unsteady feet and by the time she could get turned back around, the door was already closed. At the sound of the lock bolting, Mary was incensed, despite still trying to catch her breath.

"Hey!" She cried out, banging on the door and trying to push against the lock. It didn't even budge and Mary eventually succumbed to a coughing fit. After laying on the floor for a moment, she crawled to the bed and managed to get up onto it, hoping to wait out the rest of the storm there.