"It's already plenty cold in here!" Rita snaps at the woman. Fortunately, it's not that bad at the moment, and with Strange's help, the layer of snow lining the freezer even appears to be melting slightly, though new flakes continue to plop down from above (the ceiling??).

"There has to be some explanation for this..." she mutters, then promptly waves a hand, conjuring an interface to examine the magic that apparently has some kind of hold on this woman. This is done, of course, with no regard for what the woman in question might think of seeing some obvious glowy magic shit right in front of her face.