Rachel of a year or two ago would've spotted Derek and swooned, probably. The guy looks like a Calvin Klein underwear model, or a brooding teen heartthrob. Like a darker, edgier Jeremy Jason McCole, except this guy looks way too serious for a show like Power House. The Rachel of a couple of years ago, before the war with the Yeerks, her first thought would've been wondering what agency he models for, or how she totally wishes she had a camera on her so she could show this guy to Cassie, because seriously.

But the Rachel that's here now, the Rachel that's already been fighting in this war for a year, she might notice the chiseled jaw and the piercing eyes, but what she really pays attention to is the fact that he's standing off to the side, surveying everything a little too coolly. It rubs her the wrong way. Almost everyone around here is panicking, and this guy? Way too collected for what's going on.

So of course she strides right up to him, looking up at him right in the eye. She's tall for her age, sure, but not quite as tall as him. "Did you just come off that shuttle?"