Hattie had entered just before Kitt has said where they were, entering her own passkey on the pad outside. As the door swung shut, she heard the car respond and she couldn't stop the smile. "Thanks, um. KITT. I meant my-" She exhaled and tilted her head. "You need a different name."
She was still nervous, but probably not as threatened as Kitt was. She moved to the bench he was leaning against, shrugged out of the coat she didn't need and sat, crossing one leg over the other. "I have a question: what year are you from?"