Rita looks at him with disgust, then shakes her head. "Don't be stupid. He can't be..."

She can't stand it. How can he be so chummy with someone who treated her so horribly!? Who treated Strange horribly!? Even Ignatius seemed to realize what he did was unforgivable. Even he... but...

"Screw it." Rita rises to her feet, forcing the worker to scoot away. "I'm done trying to talk sense into you. Go ahead and pretend that monster's your friend. I don't care anymore." She finds her sandals and puts them on, showing no consideration for the wet nail polish she's probably smudging.

But as she moves to leave, a second Rita remains in the chair, her arms wrapped around herself uncomfortably. "Why can't you understand? Why..." Her voice is tense, but not aggressive. On the contrary, she sounds like she's on the verge of tears.