It is perhaps for the best that Hattie isn't told that; TARDIS wouldn't want to be left to clean up the mess from the blonde's head exploding.

While TARDIS was ecstatic to explore the doodads, Hattie seemed to pale. On one hand she was happy that her company was happy but on the other hand.. Who would touch all that without gloves?? "I'm uncertain how that's silly, but it's all leftover from a project my neighbor was doing," she explains, "I think it was an outdoor pool, or patio, I can't remember."

"Sidra, are you certain you do not need gloves? Or a cloth or.. -something-?"