Mathilda quietly strolled around the hotel. Outwardly, she looked lost in thought, but she was scouting out holes in the defenses o the hotel. Defending a building, or spotting its weaknesses, was a favorite pastime of the blondes, but this time she had to build defenses too.

Continuing her walk, she picked up things every now and then, hoarding them in her room while she thought.

--

Sitting cross legged on her bed, Mathilda stared at the suitcase in front of her, before looking at the pile of women' clothes to her left. Tapping her finger on her chin, she knocked her knuckles against the inside of the suitcase, a hard echo followed. Nodding, Mathilda grabbed her dagger from beside her and started to disassemble the suitcase.

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Next came the clothes. Taking one dress, she ripped it into little strips, to be used later in case anyone needed bandages wraps for sprains. After setting those aside she cut out huge squares of fabric, about the size of the window, out of the remaining dress. Smiling, she stood up and picked all of her makeshift objects, walking out of the room.

--

About half an hour later, Matilda as back in her room, staring at a cleaning cart she had found. The pieces of suitcase and dress had done nicely. She was able to board up a few small window with the suitcase panels, and hang up the dress squares over any remaining glass windows. The goal was that if a bird came through one of the windows, it would get caught and struggle, alerting someone it was there.

Now, she was examining the cart and supplies. Chewing on her lip, she slowly started to disassemble the cart. The poles would be good for easy to reach weapons and holding up huge pieces of wood at major doors. The plastic shelves would block more windows and vents.

Satisfied with her deconstruction, she turned to the supplies. These would be trickier. The liquid could easily freeze.

Mathilda's head shot up as she grinned. The frozen liquid would make great projectile weapons, and it looked like the tiny shampoo bottles from rooms are on the cart and emptied. Humming to herself, she slowly filled all the bottles.

--

With the bottles near cold areas and the cart pieces spread out and stable, Mathilda looked at her next items. A shiny silver platter, plates, and silverware stared back at her. Leaning against the bed, she closed her eyes and thought. It wouldn't be good to leave the silverware in walkable areas, even if they were shiny and noticeable.

The platter would be good in one of the rooms that openly faced the sun. If she fixed it to said window, the sun would reflect off the plate, and the snow, and create a dizzying display. Mathilda sat the plate aside.

'Now,' she thought, 'what to do with the plates and silverware.' Picking at her pants, an idea struck her.

'Laundry room vents!'

The laundry room and other places that created a lot of heat required huge vents to air them out, and therefore places where the birds could get in. If she stuck and jammed the silverware there, the birds would have difficulty getting in.

--

On her way back from the fortifying the rooms, she had had an idea for the plates, similar to the platter. She had found a room with a lot of windows (miraculously not broken) and had placed the plates in areas of high reflection. Blind birdies didn't attack people. She had also found a bunch of old comforters, laying near a bag of old linens.

Taking the comforters back to her room, she proceeded to use her dagger to slice up the comforters. However, unlike the dresses, she planned to attempt to insulate some of the rooms that had sturdy, barricaded windows, allowing for more space for people to sleep.

--

Mathilda lay on her bed, a bit tired. She had managed to get everything up, and had noticed that some of the villagers were moving into the room. She had also double checked on all the other fortifications she made and was please to see them uninterrupted and holding up.

Smiling, she closed her eyes and drifted off.