Definitely sounds like a different situation, even if that's a pretty weird thing that's just known to happen in Rita's opinion.

"No," she starts, stares a moment at the shirt, amends it to, "I mean, I don't mind the shirt, but-"

Ah, dammit, she keeps getting distracted! She buries her face in a hand and groans, "Seriously, will you listen for a second? This isn't the same thing, unless that Q-whatever guy makes everyone kill each other for his own sick entertainment!"