[Rita sure doesn't want to do this stupid drill, but she wants that faceless creep staring at her even less. So she goes along with it, seethingly, ready to snap at anyone taking too long and holding them all up because even if she's never seen or used one of these things before, it's not like the instructions are complicated.

And finally they're sort of free, and Rita practically rips her own vest off as well--before she hurls the damn thing to the deck and responds to Roxanne.]

Like hell I did! What's going on here? We get kidnapped for some stupid safety drill and now we're free to go? What the hell kind of logic is that?

[Roxanne might be griping but Rita's full-on ranting.]

And what's up with that--that--

[She finally struggles to a stop as she finds herself at a loss for any way to describe Friday.]