The first thing she lays out is a set of wrist cuffs.

Then a collar, and a metal chain.

Finally, Meg picks up a smaller box that's labeled as being from a medical supply shop, and turns to pin him with a look.

"I remember your little trick last time. With that Dvasha bitch."

The gloves she lifts from the box are specially designed, with metal-braced foam splints to separate and immobilize each finger.

"Don't think you'll be pulling that one again."

She adds a roll of duct tape, and smiles.