Rachel raised an eyebrow. Now that girl was answering to her like a teen. She sighed softly and ignored it. Vittoria was feeling bad enough after that; no need to put a finger on the wound.
Vittoria's feelings were heading just where Rachel wanted them to: guilt. A great feeling, that one. Now, deep inside, she'd feel that she owned Rachel something, even though she didn't.
"No catch." Rachel repeated. It was obvious that Vittoria was immature, an unexperienced villain. It'd take her a lot of training and life experiences to mature. "You're welcome. Just so you know, you're dealing with The Mind." She didn't know if a lowly villain would recognise her alias immediately, but it was worth to say who she was.