Harriet had been settled in that little room she had for a while now, and she decided to walk around, looking for helpful things. She grabbed her little bag she sewed together and slung it onto her shoulder. Harriet had yet to find something to defend herself with, and she made that her priority. She also could find something to wear, hopefully.
Once she was outside, Harriet started to scan the environment for something useful. She found scraps of cloth on the ground right off the bat, and she stuffed it in her bag. More cloth was later found, along with a screwdriver and some paper. Coins were littered near a bush, so Harriet pocketed those aswell. It was starting to get gradually darker, and she spotted a shadowy figure start stumbling in her direction, and she decided it was time to get back to the room.
After sprinting back to her place of safety, she laid out her findings and started to sew a dress out of the cloth. It was sufficient for now. The paper was sewn into a book with a cloth cover. She would have to find a writing utensil tomorrow. Harriet soon put it into her little bag again and curled up in the small cloth pile she called her bed.