A dingy ditsy floral closet of confusion. There’s a shirt hanging from a milling machine(?) which she’s turn on while her hand dangles next to a drill press perched mostly on a table as a cable hangs out a crude hole in the ceiling past empty curtain hangers and a cut-out kid’s picture to a buffer C-clamped to a make-shift stand. And it looks like there’s a computer in there. Is there a CNC machine in here?