Landing, practically, on her front, Maggie cautiously rose her head from the hard, bare floor. Carefully looking about of her surroundings, it was apparently the gang's lab room. However, with the lack of light, she couldn't be certain, and just assume. The clumsy act was enough to make a quiet groan of frustration, and slight pain on her forehead. This was one of the reasons why she dreadly missed her brother's prescence at home; he was a klutz, but a lovable oddball-kind-of-klutz. This squirrelly habit was how people could tell how related the two are; it was amusing and joyful, but there are times where it was less-needed. Especially at the worst of times...

Picking up the small flashlight she dropped, Maggie was just about to rise on her two feet, and turn the small beam of light on, but if it weren't for the nearby door to swing open, along with a shout, she wouldn't bump herself into one of the lab technology nearby. "Zoinks!", she shouted in plain surprise, before walking herself into a small electrical box, knocking it off the table. The next thing she knew, Maggie was on the floor again, landing on her hip. "Man...", she groaned, before placing a hand to her forehead once again, squinting her eyes from the light suddenly surrounding her.