Rita's lips press into a line. It's hard to make out, but her mouth curves slightly into a faint, wry smile. Her memories of that experiment are harrowing, but at the same time, they're almost too horrible to even feel real. She's relieved, mostly, that the worst of it's behind her. And now, with Polaris done for, she won't have to watch similar experiments being performed on others anymore.

At his question, she nods and holds out a hand over the table, her palm facing up. Over it, she conjures a small flame, its color pale, less like natural fire and more like Ignatius's white flames. Lambert probably saw it during the fight before, but there wasn't much time to examine the phenomenon until now.

"My fire looks different, though it doesn't feel all that weird. I'll have to experiment if I want to figure out any specifics." With her free hand, she cups her chin as she gazes into the flame. "...I'd better test my ice magic too, while I'm at it."