There was definite agreement from her. Despite the fact that she had not ventured much outside her room and her duties, or rather not at all except for tonight, it was far more freedom than she was used to. A freedom she enjoyed a good deal. Enthusiasm lit her expression, as she did love her work. "I have been contracted to instruct passengers in yoga and Pilates." Her love of the two mediums extended to the oneness with one's body that could be felt at the end of each session.
Relaxing a fraction more, Rita smiled a much freer expression, accompanied by a soft laugh. "That may be true," she began, before indicating the elaborately done make up done to emphasize her eyes, as well as the intricate design her long hair was woven back into. "But I imagine that you do not have to spend nearly as much of your pocket money on make up products and beauty regimes." She leaned in, lowering her voice just a notch. "Unless," she spoke in the same tone two conspirators would. "You're secretly Eddie Izzard."
Rita sat back up, surprised at herself, but hiding it behind the lip of her bottle.