"At the very least," Rita's words were slightly marked by the laughter accompanying them. Mentally a video played out of Eddie Izzard's famous bit about that, complete with running about in four inch heels and a rather tight skirt. Never an easy task, a man completing it made it all the more hilarious.
Pressing her lips together then would do her little good, and even with a hand coming up to clap over her mouth, laughter slipped through the cracks in between her fingers. "I'm sorry!" Rita gasped out between laughs, "I had heard that Yanks had terrible British accents, but I had no idea..." It was at least another minute before she stopped laughing, her free hand pressed to her aching ribs on one side.