Rachel sighs, grabbing the PDA from the table she set it down on, and begins typing in something, giving no regard to her demand to hand it over earlier. After finishing a sentence, she sets it back down.
Slipping her hands in her pockets, she shakes her head. "I refuse to help you. In light of that statement, do as you will. Kill me, or whatever you feel like doing."
Taking a step closer to Olivia. "I refuse to help someone, who goes as far as to cut off an escape route, and 'lie' to someone, until you get them in a situation you want. I've done some research in the past to answer your.. 'questions', although if you go down this route? You're not worth the answer."
Shrugging, spinning around to face 'Mr. Dean' "You people chose the wrong person to pick out of space, i'm sorry to say." Turning back once more to face Olivia. "If you merely asked me from the beginning, i'd be glad to help you out."
Shrugging slightly. "Well? Take me to wherever you take people who don't do as you ask then 'girl'." Raising both of her wrists in the air slightly, as in mock capturing motion.
