Rita nods, frowning. It's working. It doesn't feel good, watching someone suffer like this, but it's working and they just have to see it through to the end. As the snow cloud fades and the woman's pain seems to subside, Rita uses her third eye to look for more signs of mushi or Harbinger influence, but as far as she can tell...
"It's gone."
Strange can probably tell, too. The pillars of fire, no longer needed, dissipate into smoke. Francis, while no one was looking, took care of getting rid of her sword and now seems to be contentedly sampling some half-melted ice cream from an overturned container.
"... We should probably get out of here." Before the woman starts asking questions, or someone else comes in and sees the mess. Then again... if Guardians have a peculiar tendency to be easily forgotten or ignored by the public, Rita might be fine. But she'd rather not chance it.
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"It's gone."
Strange can probably tell, too. The pillars of fire, no longer needed, dissipate into smoke. Francis, while no one was looking, took care of getting rid of her sword and now seems to be contentedly sampling some half-melted ice cream from an overturned container.
"... We should probably get out of here." Before the woman starts asking questions, or someone else comes in and sees the mess. Then again... if Guardians have a peculiar tendency to be easily forgotten or ignored by the public, Rita might be fine. But she'd rather not chance it.