"I don't know how to take that, coming from you," Hattie replied, "What do you mean 'stange priorities'?" Actually, she was a little afraid to ask her to elaborate but the question had already been thrown out there.

She did not eagerly to the agreement of buttons, though. It seems that subject is their bonding point. "Oh yes, I love them! I sort of like dials as well, but they don't often give as interesting results.. And you have my permission to rip anything you want, just let me know what tools you'll nee--eh?" at that poit she was getting patted.

Hattie was used to getting measured and by instinct she held her arms out like airplane wings. It wasn't until after she realized there was no measuring tape, she starts pushing the other woman's hands away in confusion, "Wh- What are you doing?? I don't carry a gun!"