"Lasers? Now we're talking." Rita leans forward a bit in her seat, cupping her chin as she pictures it. "I suppose I can put together a few fire-based obstacles as well." She says I suppose, like she's going out of her way to do them all a favor, but that smirk on her face betrays how much she's going to enjoy it. "It should be trivial for any fighter worth his salt to dodge a few fireballs here and there."

Did somebody say something about safety? Rita didn't seem to hear.