No no no no no. This was not good. Hattie knew she was here now - this sucked. This was the worst.

She was already backing away from the door like a cornered animal, glancing towards the window and wondering if climbing down a fire escape wouldn't be a bad idea.

She had no idea what Hattie meant by that, but she was seriously wishing she had considered pretending she didn't recognize Hattie after all. Damn.

There's a wary, "Go away, Hattie!" from the other side of the door in response instead.