Rita keeps flinging fire at the plants, her eyes focused on the threat closing in on them. It's only when the sound of cracking turns to a loud crash that she whirls around to see Steven's handiwork, just in time to catch that look from him. Her eyes widen for a moment; she figured he was going to find something to smash against the window. But instead, he was able to manage this, with his own power?

"Hmph," she huffs, her surprise fading as she takes on a more natural, haughty tone. "Not bad, for a runt." Here she thought he was just a weakling. Maybe he's got potential, if he actually grows a backbone sometime.

The similarity of his power to the Rose Queen's... well, it's not unexpected. Rita's own power is a reflection of the Lord of Conflagration's. In fact, he always seemed to consider it a mere extension of his power, rather than anything she owned for herself. But once Rita decided to take control of her life, she also took ownership over everything he instilled in her. Her philosophy's always been that if something's useful, it should be used.

She backs up close to the window (or what's left of it), still blasting fire wherever it's needed. "We're getting out. You first."