Rita opens her mouth to respond, but can't find the words, so she closes it and looks away. She's already red-faced from the alcohol, so on the bright side, he might not see her blushing.

She looks back at him when he draws near, however. "I'm comfortable here," she protests, but she sure doesn't look it. Her wings are bent awkwardly beneath her, sandwiched between herself and the chair as she slouches in a position that's half-sitting, half-lying over them.