God, this chick is insufferable. Doesn't she realize that if she'd stop running her mouth for half a second, she might actually get an idea of what's going on? Rachel rolls her eyes in exasperation, brushing her hair from her face.

"First of all, I'm not even from here, okay? Like you, I got yanked out of my own universe and dropped here, on this criminal-infested space station in the middle of nowhere. I don't know what psionics are, and I'm not even sure I know what the relays are, but I'll spell it out for you real simple: you're stuck here," Rachel says, clearly enunciating the words, maybe a little more than necessary just to be obnoxious. "You're not the only one. We're from all different universes. And you're definitely not from this one. There are a lot of aliens here, but I've never seen any that look like you."