"...Yeah."

Rita holds a hand over her own chest, the red glow still visible through the opening in her Delta uniform. Her gaze turns distant, uncertain.

"Seems like my body was able to adapt to this thing after all. It's weird... I used to have nothing but hatred for Ignatius, and the idea of being bound to him like this would have been sickening... but right now, I just feel... okay with it, I guess."