She sees no point in why her fellow roommate deems it necessary to do such things. "It's called make up. It supposed to make a girl look pretty. Some girls just don't need it though." She looks at Ashley. Stella herself only wears the stuff for special occasions, and even then only the bare minimum. The option of subway is out, and the car has just become last resort. She can pick out the mild trace of panic in his voice, his claustrophobia revealing itself again. She touches his arm soothingly. "We won't take the car today. It's a nice day and we do need the exercise. I guess we can always hail a cab if we get tired."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ashley looks at Ari, curious. Clearly he's claustrophobic if he's sweating just mentioning enclosed spaces. She wonders why he uses the comparsion that he does.</span>