Diva? Whatever, Rachel can deal with diva. Probably better than most. Marco would say that that's because she is a diva, but then -- well, the Marco here wouldn't say anything at all. Because she basically doesn't exist to him.

Ugh, whatever. Forget about him. If this guy is really offering her a place to stay, she can't exactly refuse, can she? And she's confident that if this is some kind of trap, whatever it is, she can handle it. The guy just watched her go Hork-Bajir. Not exactly a pretty sight.

"All right, fine," Rachel says, smoothing her hands over her jeans. "I could use a place to crash. But you know you haven't even told me your name, right?"