It had been difficult to find this one, even though she had been right here all along. It was not that the mandibles didn't know - they knew, and perhaps even had a sense of complacency in knowing. This one didn't need to be found, she didn't need to be dragged back kicking and screaming - she had never left an the mandibles were more relaxed about it and had indicated it was time and he could take it easier with this one. The Hat, however, was not as relaxed. The woman was paranoid - he did not need to look into her mind to discern that, considering the sheer number of spells and enchantments that protected the place. The Flying Machine had taken the most number of hits, though the Hat had no huge regrets about that. He was pretty cheesed off about his still jittery threads.

"Right," he said, without preliminary, dropping onto the reclusive woman's head. "Are you telling me that you've been here all this while and haven't bothered to come say hello to me?!"