Victoria displays great poise in the face of Rita's gaffe, hardly flinching as the shimmery gray fabric darkened into a storm cloud hue.
Her mouth flattens into a line from surprise rather than anger.
"It's just water," Clara unhelpfully and incorrectly chimes in, as the spill was from juice, but successfully causes the first of many fat tears to begin to slide down Rita's cheeks.
An interesting, almost devious expression overtakes Emilia's face as her eyes swivel between the spill and Clara, future evil plans no doubt being concocted that involve a terrible spill. Lilian wipes her forehead with her handkerchief, perhaps relieved that she is not at the center of this mess. Maude is the first to begin to wipe at Victoria's skirt and attempt to curry some favor.
