The woman's gaze has already turned back to the enforcer. Specifically, so she can giggle at the warping of her own reflection in his mask. One of her hands raises as if to take hold of the surface (while Rinzler has gone pointedly still, one reach and twist from breaking the appendage)—when Chara's words seem to catch both parties off-guard.

(Doesn't belong—)

Her flushed expression wrinkles, momentary confusion before she blinks and brightens, understanding. "Oh! He's with one of the shops, then?" Eyes gleam with a different consideration as she glances up, giving an off-key whistle that falls off into a heated breath. "Which one? I wouldn't mind a test drive." A hand reaches up, aiming to pat the program on the arm.

(—to anyone.)

Rinzler sidesteps without looking, the surprised twitch of his stare still fixed on Chara. They were trying to... defend him? Apparently, though of all the lies they could have used, that one doesn't seem especially helpful. Or did they actually believe it?

Further assessment will be interrupted in short order. Another clatter of footfalls—"Gwen, honestly—!", and the woman's two companions have arrived. Another woman, wearing a official-looking jacket with a shiny pin in the lapel, catches the first as she off-balances. The other, a bearded, grinning man, stumbles a little himself, reaching to brace on the wall to Chara's side as he laughs and meets their eyes.

"Sorry about that. She's always had a thing for shiny objects."