[She doesn't quite say eeeee so much as grunt awkwardly, but obligingly shows Clarke her teeth and tongue, even if she hardly thinks those areas ought to be a priority compared to her very-throbbing nose. Some mucousy blood in her mouth is only the result of the nosebleed, where some of it slid down the back of her throat. And while she might also be developing a fainter forehead bruise, she's avoided a concussion...not for Darcy's lack of trying.

Still, Clarke mentions that her teeth check out, and Rita huffs with irritation, emotions still roiling high.]

I could've told you that much. [But--alright, there's a question, although Rita's in no way going to do great at formulating clean answers right now.] Where do I even start with that--that stupid--ugh! Just because I walk into a kitchen that I didn't even know was there--as if she thought I'd let her just drench me--she completely lost it at the muffin!

[Rita punctuates this "explanation" with angry arm gestures, dropping her fist onto her knees with a scowl.]