As soon as they're safe on the ground, Rita lets go and backs away, her face still slightly red. It's embarrassing to get carried around like that, and she'd like to pretend she wasn't just holding on as tightly as she was.

"I'm fine," she answers curtly, brushing off her clothes. Her leg has a few cuts, but they're minor enough that the bleeding should stop on its own. Now that she's not in imminent danger, Rita takes a moment to look over to the Sanctuary they just escaped from, her brow furrowed. How did it get this bad, this fast? And how many others got out in time? After a pause, she gives the girl a questioning look. "Uh... so, who or what are you, anyway?"