Rachel glanced up at the girl as she approached, and kind of shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah," she admitted, and her voice was decidedly more earnest than her gesture was. She remembered being divided on the ship, now, but it didn't really make sense in her head now-- the memories didn't add up. It was strange to deal with, to say the least.

"Sorry about attacking you I guess," she said, after another moment.