Well. That's... not the weirdest thing that Rita's ever seen in her life. Then again, Repede is a dog that smokes a pipe and fights with a knife between his teeth, so a talking animal with a blade definitely isn't beyond the realm of possibility.

"I'm fine!" she says, her attention going back to the pile of smile that she'd been tenderizing. And, uh, it looks like it was just... slime. Not even sentient slime, just a thing of slime. She pushes herself up to her feet, wipes off her stockings with a disgusted look, and looks around for something else with a face.

"Blah blah blah... Ground Dasher!" she shouts, trying to fast-cast the arte. Nothing happens. "Crap."