Rachel smirked, shrugging humorlessly. She stepped off the road and toward the trees, leaning against one with arms crossed. She's still in her morphing suit and it's getting cold, bare feet on cool gravel wasn't helping - not that bare feet on cool grass is much help either.

"He's been here a week and this won't even be the first fight we've had."

She's surprised that she said anything at all, but it's only partly to do with her company being Jo. The larger issue is pure frustration and only so much activity could help her get it out.