Rita's wandering--kind of pacing, really--near the pool when she hears the scrape of talons. She pauses, frowning, and locates the skulking shadow beyond the deck lights. It's probably none of her business whatever some weirdo's doing sneaking around, but...

Losing her definitely-not-dad and definitely-kinda-friend has her deciding to be a little reckless. She resumes walking, passing by the bin of beach balls, and picks one up. After a moment's consideration...she punts it right in the shadow's direction. Just to see what happens.