Narinder was out of the loop.
This was a normal occurrence for her in her daily life, but here in the house, it just wouldn't do--Naz knew she had to keep SOME pace on what was going on under her nose, lest she get lied to, isolated, and totally humiliated. That wouldn't be neat.
She'd made up her mind to nap and ask the first person she came across, and as she awoke, covered in blankets such that her eyes and nose were barely visible, she was lucky enough to see Rita in the room with her.
As good a person to ask as any.
"Ayy. Mama Rita. Can we talk?"