"Hey, Kobie," Hattie says as she puts her bag in the back seat and then carefully straps the carseat into the back, complete with five month old infant, on top of the soft blanket she brought so as to not ruin Kobie's upholstery.
Then she settles into the driver's seat and swallows as she takes in the dash, fully lit up. "Wow." She blinks. "Sorry. I mean, Kitt's like-" She holds up her hands as if to indicate that her husband is also quite impressive, but fails. "Nevermind." Pause. "How are you?"