"Skipper!"

Watch out, Babs, there's a high-velocity Blackhawk bearing down on you; one that has no idea this Skipper isn't the one she knows so well. To this particular Babs, it probably looks like this:

A petite blonde bombshell moving at the speed of glee, barrelling towards her and coming in for the kind of hug that really tends to work best when the huggee is ready and braced for it. "Look at you, up 'n about!"