She'd been watching Mason fondly, as he messed around with his high hats, ever precise and buried in the minutiae she (and others, many others) often overlooked. A giggle or two had escaped her, and when Mason finally broke his focus and pulled her in, she dropped her bag (with a rather peculiar, unfitting sort of clatter for a carpet bag) and threw herself into his arms, with great force. "Love!" she squealed, burying her head in his chest (as she'd worn her flats).