Rita groans her agreement with his complaint. She hates relying on others, especially when she can't see what they're doing. Ironically, that's basically the reason she's here now.

But when Lambert brings up Strange and his magic perception, she lets out a sound like a snort, like he just said something unexpectedly funny. "Hah! And I bet the idiot started gloating and preening like he's the only one who can do that." Lambert doesn't have to tell her. She knows she's right.

"Don't underestimate me. My eyes are every bit as good as his - better, even." Rita doesn't have much evidence to support that last assertion, other than the fact that Strange is closer to old age and its related afflictions than she is.