Letting her shoulder pull back with Jo's touch, Rachel nods slightly, eyes on the silver of the sight. Immediately, she starts to pull her shoulder up again - then stops and forces herself to put it back again, to stand and find comfort in the position Jo's put her in.

The silver glows bright and her eyes narrow a little, thinking immediately of the list of morphs that would be better equipped for this.

Then stops herself, mouth thinning into a fine line as she nods slightly. "Okay."