The best, and only response, was a smile. Laine couldn’t argue that she wasn’t blunt; tact hadn’t ever been a strong suit of hers, she wasn’t about to apologize for that either. “You wouldn’t go red so easy if it didn’t get under your skin,” she pointed out. “You had to have had at least a few men ask for it though.” She steadfastly did not believe that Devri had never had someone ask. She knew Devri’s dating history wasn’t varied or extensive, but she just couldn’t honestly believe no man had ever bothered to notice her friend. “I’m not good with advice, so I’m not going to pretend to give you something to work with, but I reckon you’ll figure it out.” She had faith that Dev would eventually come out of her shell enough to date again, to take those first few steps. Dev underestimated herself.
“Reckon she won’t be so bad, considering it’s not anything for a performance,” Laine replied. They weren’t rehearsing anything seriously; most of what the dancers were doing was compulsory; they still had over a month before life in the company would get serious again. Marie wasn’t her favorite person though, but she’d figured out how to handle her a long time ago, or how to avoid her when she just didn’t feel like dealing with the woman’s attitude. “And I’d take bitching over pouting any day.”