None at all, really.

[the fire didn't threaten her apartment directly, so she just holed herself up in there and waited it out. as for the paintball guns, she never even touched hers, just hid until she was discovered and nailed

Margaery's brains have always been underestimated (by everyone but her grandmother). she can't help smiling at him, though, at the use of her title] You of all people don't need to call me that. [her brow arches slightly] Perhaps a little. What were you doing?