Immediately, Rita's eyes narrow. The last thing she expected to walk in on was some dramatic hero type. She's tempted to turn right around and take her chances with the vines.

When he tries to pick her up, she swings out with her fist, throwing a punch at his face.

"What do you think you're doing? Who says I need your help, you dragon freak!?" There's something vaguely familiar about the insult she just blurted at him... but it's probably nothing.