“What the hell was that!?” Rita cries, but as the Ringmaster flies up with the Mirror in tow, there’s no time to wait for an answer. Her gaze follows them first, then she looks to the fallen trees.

Rita lunges forward, grabbing two of the fruit and stuffing each in one of her large pockets. She then turns her attention to the Flame. “Damn it,” she hisses as she struggles to break a piece off of the silver tree, “I need these samples!”