Mattie's handshake is strong and firm, for someone her size at least, and she meets Don's eyes with a frank gaze. His admonishment about her hat catches her off-guard, though, and she responds with the speed of a girl raised to respect certain types of authority (particularly the psuedo-fatherly kind).
"In this building?" She looks behind her and wrinkles her nose at the idea. It isn't the most welcoming building she's ever laid eyes on, with its cool blank walls and eerie quiet. "What kind of place is it that offers rooms for free?"
A suspicious kind of place, that's what. And that's a suspicious kind of request her eyes, Mr. Draper. Not that she's attached the strange thing, but he referred to it as 'hers', and she hasn't much else to hang onto in the manner of possessions at the moment. "Why?"
[location: the sanctuary] then they should get along JUST FINE
"In this building?" She looks behind her and wrinkles her nose at the idea. It isn't the most welcoming building she's ever laid eyes on, with its cool blank walls and eerie quiet. "What kind of place is it that offers rooms for free?"
A suspicious kind of place, that's what. And that's a suspicious kind of request her eyes, Mr. Draper. Not that she's attached the strange thing, but he referred to it as 'hers', and she hasn't much else to hang onto in the manner of possessions at the moment. "Why?"