Rather delighted to be in a hands-on position, the TARDIS all but waded through the mishmash, oblivious to any dust or nails or otherwise unsavory things lurking amidst the bits and bobbles. Which of course translated to a slightly ripped dress and dust in her hair, but she grinned through it all, humming to herself and just generally ignoring Hattie's concerns.

"Silly, yes. It's all perfectly good materials stored away and not being used. That's no good at all." She blinked and tilted her head, giving Hattie an odd look. A stray strand of hair fell into her eyes. "Gloves? Whatever for?"