Even though Rita's the one who extended her hand, the moment Steven takes it, she pauses. Something feels familiar... like she can remember someone holding her hand like this before. Someone who reached out to her in friendship... Who was it...?

Steven's suggestion pulls her away from those thoughts, and that vaguely confused look on her face fades in an instant. Right... she needs to focus. It looks like Steven's finally ready to act, too. She nods, tightens her grip on his hand, and starts running to a window in the middle of the room. The vines creeping in from under the door follow, spreading across the floor and the walls, with black flowers budding and blossoming along the way.

Letting go of his hand, Rita turns to face the encroaching plants. "Think you can break that window? I'll hold off the vines." Through a mixture of chanting and gestures, she conjures more flames, directing them at the nearest vines and the emerging flowers, one after another, like a conductor guiding an orchestra.