Startled into a misunderstood silence

Bria stared, confused by the rapid questions which she'd yet to even answer. "Uh..."

The woman beamed at her, leaving the entire 'object to' section with its dozens of check-boxes blank. "Excellent! We need flexible performers."

"I'm... flexible..." Bria offered weakly, off-balance and confused, looking for all the world like a bimbo.

"I bet you have your legs behind your ears every night," Ruth smirked.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I do yoga," Bria said in confusion, earning another knowing look that she couldn't for the life of her figure out.

"Excellent. I'll fill in the rest. Oh, of course, you need to sign it."