[The flare of anger threatens, for a moment, to overtake her. She curls her hands so tightly her nails dig into the fabric of the fingerless costume gloves. And then--Clarke is backing up and not bothering to say or plead anything, and the the fire returns to a smoulder as Rita clicks her tongue.]
...Hmph.
[She turns her face away. There's no need to cause another scene. She already made her point, and Clarke's not here for any shady reasons. There's nothing suspicious at this party to worry about.
Her gaze stops on Natsuno, seemingly chatting it up with Jinx not too far away...but then her attention slides right past as if it's totally normal. No...everything's totally normal here. Clarke--or the ghost really pretending to be her--isn't going to pull anything tonight. Whether or not Clarke sticks around, then, Rita decides to turn to the nearby snack table and help herself to a cupcake as if she didn't just come close to attempting another roasting.]
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...Hmph.
[She turns her face away. There's no need to cause another scene. She already made her point, and Clarke's not here for any shady reasons. There's nothing suspicious at this party to worry about.
Her gaze stops on Natsuno, seemingly chatting it up with Jinx not too far away...but then her attention slides right past as if it's totally normal. No...everything's totally normal here. Clarke--or the ghost really pretending to be her--isn't going to pull anything tonight. Whether or not Clarke sticks around, then, Rita decides to turn to the nearby snack table and help herself to a cupcake as if she didn't just come close to attempting another roasting.]