"Possessed mannequin makes more sense than you think - that sounds terrifying though. At least it turned out okay in the end? I would have totally grabbed and run too," Beverly chuckled. Hey, if you had monsters in the form of possessed mannequins chasing you, what other option was there? May as well turn the negative into something positive.
In the back room, she examined the machine with her professional eye - being back in the saddle, somewhat, was actually kind of fun. Power switch, spool pin, thread guide, bobbin winder - yeah, it sounded like something from a Disney movie, but whatever. "So far so good," she said, practicing the foot lever to make sure that was operational and not rusty. She sat, but didn't plug in the machine yet.
First, she rummaged around and found a needle to install, then did some magic with the bobbin (bobbity boo?) and thread, then she plugged it in. All of this was on a mental checklist - she didn't know a damn thing about wormholes or other dimensions or how she ended up here, but she knew sewing machines. "I'll just practice on some scrap material to really test this baby out. What do you think?"