Rita doesn't bat an eye at the mention of 'super-villains.' They don't worry her - not yet, anyway, not when the worst any of them could think to do to her would just result in a reset and a smarter sequence of moves on her part. She'd have to live with whatever had preceded it, but that's nothing new. She already has to live with a lot.

The actual worst thing someone could do to her is what B is doing now, and there he sits, heaving his shoulders in a dismissive shrug, like this is nothing.

"No." Rita leans forward, her chair creaking beneath her. "We couldn't." And again, since the question obviously needs repeating: "How did you find me?"