"Yeah, well, we're never going to fix this if you stay put!" Rita snaps, then looks to Strange for help convincing her, and... oh. He hasn't reformed yet. Coward. Rita gives an annoyed kick at the smoke around her ankles. She can't tell where his eyes are (if they're anywhere), but he better not be looking up her skirt.

So she looks to the only other counsel she has here: her cat, who's sitting comfortably outside of the freezer. Francis simply gives a pointed glance at her book, and raises his paw as if to demonstrate a point.

Oh. Maybe that'll work.

Rita calls her book over, tears a page from it, and focuses to infuse that page with her knowledge: specifically, the fact that this woman's in danger, she'll likely die if she stays cold, and she needs to be warmed up. Then, she thrusts that page at the woman. Touching the page will transfer its information directly into one's mind, allowing them to know it with as much certainty as Rita does.