[ His response only agitates her more. She crosses her arms, looking not so much intimidating as really severely displeased. And maybe a little hurt. But like Rachel's going to let anyone see that. ]

You asked, okay? You asked me. I'm giving you an answer. I think your problem is you just can't decide whether or not you want to believe I'm real, and you know what? I'm pretty sick of it. I just saved your sorry ass from being vorcha meat. Is that not real enough for you?

[ A real thanks would be nice, too, but mostly, Rachel's just kind of mad. This has been grating on her nerves since day one, and it honestly bothers her more than she wants to admit. That she wants Marco to acknowledge her. She just doesn't want to be here alone. ]