When she realizes for certain that the guy's calling out to her, Rachel almost immediately freezes. Damn it, she's been trying to keep her cool, act like she belongs, because if this is some kind of Yeerk operation, she doesn't want to get found out. She knows the kinds of things the Yeerks will do to someone with the envied Andalite power to morph. She knows she won't get an easy way out like death.

She thought she'd been doing so well, too. But it won't do to lose her cool now. So when she turns in the direction of the voice, she puts on a dazzling fourteen-year-old girl smile, bright-eyed and mostly vacant. "Um, yes? Can I help you?"