Hattie stared at Frau for a moment. She didn't seem offended, just more.. Surprised. ".. That's it?"

She was quiet for a moment as she made her way over to the shirt racks, and proceeds to shift through hanger after hanger of short sleeve, button up shirts. Ocassionally she removes one to hold up to Frau's chest, changes her mind, and shifts through something else. "Seriously, Frau, there must be more qualifications than -that-. Or are you, perhaps, aspiring to be some sort of playboy?"

She was half-teasing, half-serious.