"I'm fine," Rachel says, almost primly, brushing off her shoulders. She slips her feet back into the shoes she'd left behind, giving Stiles an expectant look. If she were Marco, she'd give him some sort of smart remark -- if I told you, I'd have to kill you -- but she just gives him a serious look, her eyes intent.

"Remember the part where you have to keep this a secret? The less you know, the better. I still don't know how safe this place is."

Safe from whom, that's the real question, of course. Rachel's almost certain that the Yeerks aren't involved here, but at the same time, she doesn't know if she can risk publicly showcasing her morphing ability. It seems like this universe is totally separate from her own, but...she hasn't been here that long, still.

"Can I have my clothes back now?"