The fact that she was not the only one who was unsure in this situation, just like when she had been instructing yoga with Lynne and Lisa, it set her more at ease. Perhaps it was a case of misery loving company. "Oh, so you're a passenger then?" There had been nothing to suggest that staff and passengers should not be mixing, in fact she had been led to believe that it was encouraged, but she was still worried about stepping over an invisible line.
"A chick?" she repeated, confused, before recognition hit. "Oh yes, I understand." There she had to nod in understanding, smiling just a little. "Thankfully it is one of the advantages of the fairer sex." For a fraction of a second she simply looked at his hand, and the nodded, slipping her own into his. "Sarita."