"You sure?" Rita was about to suggest the opposite, to spare him from getting a face full of feathers... but at least he's a little bit taller than she is, so maybe it won't be a problem. In the end, she's not going to argue. It's her horse, and she prefers being in front, anyway. "All right."

She steps into one of the stirrups and hoists herself up, sitting side-saddle and shifting to get her weight somewhat centered. "If we weren't going straight back to that furball and his entourage after this, I'd just tear this stupid skirt apart," she grumbles as she positions herself. Why is it so damn long?

Having seated herself in as stable a way as she'll get, she gestures for 9S to come on up.