Rita watches, nodding smugly when her dummies resist his attacks. There's a flicker of interest in her gaze when she sees a magical reaction of some sort. Something like an arte...?

"It was mostly a matter of choosing the right materials," she answers with a shrug. "I've worked with magic my whole life, so I've gotten a pretty good feeling for what makes a good insulator, and what makes a good conductor... though the carnival's bans on certain materials complicated things a bit." She was made aware upon signing her contract, of course, that iron and iron-heavy substances were forbidden, but this was the first time she'd found it to be an inconvenience. At least being forced to branch out and try working with new materials may have been a useful experience, despite that...

"What kind of technique was that just now?" she goes on to ask, seemingly curious.