The cutting remark about literature as a conversational point did not miss Fiona's ears and the thought of offering to design a corset for the other woman seemed perhaps a foolish one. Clearly Zara cared little to nothing about her. Still Fiona did not let her features show her concern, hurt or the feeling of being defensive about literature and its values, it was something she would always be proud to be passionate about. After all it was something that her parents had given to her. Her slender throat worked, eyes lowering for a moment as if she were lost in her own thoughts; Zara's gaze found her then and ruined that, making her eyes come back up, the pale aquamarine friendly and concerned.<br/><br/>"Summoned? I hope I have not been tardy I wasn't aware we were called for a line up." Her words were softly spoken, as if she hadn't heard the conversation that had come before. It was part of 'pretend' perhaps, to seem as if she didn't notice the high emotions of the others, the unhappiness in Zara's eyes that was directed at her. But it was part of what made her able to do this job with as much sweetness and elegance as possible. It was a part of her.<br/><br/>She wasn't a feather brain by any means though and her eyes flashed to Masato when he moved in, offering to hire both her and Zara at the same time. That, she feared, would only end in disaster and with another graceful incline of her neck she dipped a slight curtsy to the client. "I fear that such an arrangement would be unwise good Sir, as Zara and I are both of such differing personalities and styles when entertaining."