Rita barely has a chance to turn around before Steven latches onto her. She drops the broom in surprise, leaving it to clatter against the floor as she staggers back a step to keep her balance.

"H-hey, what do you think you're doing, you--" she begins to snap, grabbing his arms with the intention of prying them away, but then she realizes who it is. "--Steven?" Her grip weakens, and she tilts her head to try and get a better look at him. At first, she doesn't say anything, she just stares as she processes the fact that it's really him, and he actually looks... okay. "Hold on, I thought you were..." ...captured? Rita never knew that for sure, though; she just started to assume the worst after a while. She shakes her head, as if to dismiss the thought. "Where have you been?"