Jasper bristles. Clearly these two have some kind of Thing going on, the specifics of which are doubtless very sordid and complex and which Jasper doesn't give a quarry about, but she absolutely cannot stand for Ignatius talking about this as if, were Rita defeated, there'd be nothing else to stand in his ('his') (????) way.

Eyes narrowed, she summons her helmet and steps forward, pointedly looming.

"If I'm destroyed it's on no one but me," she growls.