I appreciate Rita’s attempt at lively, tart colors, and a garment that’s recognizably… something. I wish it fit her; instead, it appears to have been designed and tailored for an entirely different human, as if she ganked someone’s suitcase at baggage claim on a dare and promised to wear the first thing she pulled out of it. Still, it’s reasonable. We’re very close. It’s like driving back and forth past the same stretch of road and juuuuuust missing your turn each time. Eventually she’ll see the street sign.