Seeing Strange's hand just erupt into flames causes Rita to jerk away with a start.

"Wh, what the hell!?" she cries. It takes a few moments to realize the fire isn't actually burning him, and she slowly manages to find her earlier train of thought again.

"...He gave some to me, too. I already gave it back. Maybe if we all did, then he'd..." She frowns as she considers the variables. "But if it isn't enough, we'd all be helpless..." It seems like a risk either way. Rita's already wondering if she made the right choice. She feels useless without her magic.