Re: the thin and red/the actress
She smiled -- and it was an award show ready creature -- and shrugged prettily, as if she could not be bothered too much for digging deeper, although her own interest in the matter was belied as eyes darted towards the doors of the car they were sitting in. If the problem were in the sitting cars only, but she didn't think anyone had confirmed that. "Perhaps to frighten us all?" She suggested. "Frightened people will do rather silly things at times. They could want our money, perhaps." He had just admitted that he had some, and surely she did as well. Surely everyone in this car did. "We don't know, really that they have in fact disappeared, only that this is what we've been told. Unless you know something I don't."
Arlena had not known this about Agatha Christie, and it was at once a curiosity, while also muting her mood. Maybe she had not known much about her, but she had always approved of successful women.
She took a sip of the gin, sat it back down and looked at him evenly. "I do," she told him easily. "I'm on my way to a premiere in the city of my most recent film. I create dreams for people to enjoy, Mr. Waterhouse. I'm an actress."