Rita scowls. "Either! We don't have time to waste." But while she says that, she glances around at their surroundings, noting anything that seems usable. If his judgment can be believed, there's no telling where the vines are going to come from. They can't afford to get trapped here.

"Though... if it's melting you're going for, I can help speed up the process," she adds after a moment, raising a hand and conjuring a simple fireball above it, just to show.