So Strange's magic faces a similar limitation to Rita's. Good to know. Maybe he'll be doing the same spell he did back in the carnival's eating area, that one time. "Do it," she tells him.

While Lambert's keeping thoughts to himself, Rita can't help but wish he'd also refrained from reminding them all that a dog knocked up a horse somehow, but okay. She's going to try to forget that.

But before she can bring her full attention back to the woman, there's a distinct sound of head meeting crotch with great force, and she looks up in alarm before remembering... right, 9S mentioned he was sexless. But it sounds like it hurt.