Rita jerks backward, cringing upon realizing how much pain her action just now must have caused. But it's necessary. They have to dismantle this whole stupid thing, even if it hurts him, if they want to save him.

She pushes her visor up so that it sits on her head like a headband, meeting Ignatius's eyes with her own. "We're getting out of here," she tells him, attempting a firm tone even as her voice trembles slightly.

But Herbert's barking orders at her, and she turns her gaze to him briefly to shoot back with, "Use it on what!?"