Rita sighs, brushing her knuckles off on her dress. "No," she replies simply. "Something's interfering with my magic. I'm trying to work around it, but..." Well, he can probably hear how well that's going.

And now that Lambert's conscious, she can finally ask something she's been wondering for the past while. "What the hell happened to your pants?" Because right now, from where she is, Rita's seeing more of him than she'd ever like to.