"The mat," she corrected herself, having resorted to the weird foreign word out of habit. Stupid speaking curse.

She starts the pole assembly slowly, mostly so she can keep an eye on Buttercup's clearing of the area. It's not like she'd dodge if one of those stones or sticks came towards her, but it helps to know it's coming. After a while, she gives up, and starts slotting them faster. "Whatever. Why are you setting up here, anyway?"