Rachel was sitting in a chair, her legs up on the desk with her hands folded. Merely turning her head to the newcomer, she speaks smoothly.
"Do I look like a Nomad, or an infected? Silly girl. Can't even tell what she's looking at. Although I suppose that's about normal for someone who's been cooped up here for so long."
Shrugging, tilting her head back to look at the ceiling. "I am here, because I was invited. I am still here, because I refuse to help. And I am not out yet, because I merely am deciding to stick around for a bit longer. My way out isn't a fun one, although i'll take it eventually."
Sitting up slowly.
"I already explained why I don't want to help you. Think back to my words, i'm pretty sure I made my message 'very' clear. Have you had a sudden change of heart? Or are you back to 'begging'. I don't understand how you can do that, after harboring such a cruel additude to trap me here. I told you. You crossed the line. And.. Altair? What's that?"
Giving her an innocent look, with a hint of a smile.
