"I'll say. Great therapy." A grin crossed her face, all giddy mischief and unabashed about it, "Well, for the giver at least." Most things could be fixed with a good whack in her experience. Cars. Refrigerators. People. Not usually safes though, and never dogs.
She finally clambered over the seats she had been lounging in to watch Blondie, a surprising amount of care in the movements, trying not to bend them back too much or scuff the old things. Granted, like a good portion of the town, the theater seemed to be old enough that everything should be broken, the equipment an odd assortment of modern and mismatched antiques that worked somehow. The chairs could probably take a little roughhousing. "That's good, I did a number on the other ones, gonna get an earful when the owner sees it I think." This may end up costing her more money than she initially planned.
Crouching down, she peered at the bolts she had sprayed and indeed, could see the difference. Well damn, she shoulda thought of that, shouldn't she? The girl's response had her snorting just before she leaned back on her heels to narrow her eyes at her consideringly, "It's just wiring right? Can't be that different than connecting an engine, in theory."