Extend the Story - Add a Room

She stands up. Her arms poise on hips and then you notice that her nails are rather finely pointed. She's still tiny, but it's one with blazing eyes, tight-clenched jaws and needlessly pointed shoes. She is barely one meter (one meter? why are you all of a sudden thinking of wussy metric?) tall, but one arm shoots out and nasty little claws dig into your chin, accompanies by a voice piercing like a nail file:
One "OH SO IM JUSTA RUNT, BUT IMA RUNT THAT KNOWZ HOWDA SURVIVVVE. YOU HWANNA KNOW YHOW I DO THAT??! DO YA?" There comes the briefest of pauses, as your eyes do glance around the books; this is a library after all. "OR DO YOU WANNA LOOK FOR SUM BOOKS? DO YA? DO YAA??!" as her eyes blaze into your skull.
You realize you'd better get things straight right now, so you decide to...

Make fun of her saying "hwant".