"Uh, who are you calling skinny?" Rachel protests without really even thinking about it, shooting Stiles a glare. Way to be rude, jerk. The batarians don't look too impressed, and now there's more than one gun leveled at the both of them. Well, Stiles, since he's so heroically put himself between Rachel and the snarling aliens.

"No, you don't," the batarian sneers back, letting out an ugly laugh. "Which is exactly why you're perfect for target practice."

"You know," Rachel says in a low voice, leaning forward so Stiles can hear her, "if you were trying to save me, uh, thanks? But seriously, no thanks."