Rita gives a start at the feeling of hands (flaming hands???) on her shoulders. She wriggles away and whirls around to see the unfamiliar fae. Holding a hand over her chest protectively, she looks over at Childermass, briefly relieved at the support, then considers the fiery woman.

"What do you want to see it for?" she asks warily. "Who are you, anyway?"

Judging by the way she's treating Ignatius... she can guess part of the answer, at least.