Megan shouldn't trust people so easily. Rachel was the one that could know beforehand everyone's intention, not Megan. She could be kidnapped and murdered by entering someone's car like that. The telepath sensed Megan's worry, with a tiny hint of fear.
They drove in silence for a few minutes. Rachel didn't bother talking. She liked to focus when driving, not having meaningless chats nor anything that would require too much attention.
They reached the bar soon enough. It was a discreet place on the outside, with its brick walls, clean sign and fading bulb light. You could hear faintly some music and a louder conversation, but that was it. "Shall we?" She parked, turned off the car and looked at Megan.