The woman talked strangely. Why didn't she use contractions? It was just bizarre. While there were a lot of strange things that Betty was more than prepared to handle, this woman was getting getting stranger by the moment. A degree of strange that Betty didn't know how to handle. She could manage some things easily: death, jumping into the unknown, toilet seats falling from the sky... but really this woman was just off.
Baghdad. Who bought clothes like those in Baghdad. Didn't people in Baghdad these days only wear extremely covering clothing... like Burkas or something? Was this woman from another time, maybe?
"Oh, I agree entirely," she said, making friendly conversation. "If you like it, buy it." But that didn't necessarily mean you should wear it. After all, there were standards and guidelines on what was acceptable to wear in public. Dressing like you just popped out of a bottle was inclined to invite unwanted attention.
Then the woman asked about the clock. Oh, Betty was quite finished with it. She had been finished with it the second it appeared. The woman could send it back to from whence it came. "Oh yes, I'm done with the clock, thank you." If that clock went and disappeared just the way it appeared, Betty wasn't sure what she was going to do... or think for that matter.
"Betty," she said, extended her hand toward the strange woman. If the woman said Jeannie, Betty was just going to call it good, at this point.