Rita's expression doesn't soften, doesn't betray any shred of doubt or uncertainty. She saw the subtle tightening of his shoulders when she first addressed him, and she's going to handle this as if she's finally found her guy. What's the worst case scenario if she's wrong: she confuses some tourist? Who gives a shit. She'll just do it differently next time, and spare this guy the brunt of her irritation.

But that's for next time. "Not as much fun when it happens to you, is it?" she asks, her tone dry as dust. One corner of her mouth ticks up like the curve of a blade, and she lifts her phone again. Different app this time. "Smile," she intones as she casually snaps a picture.