If it was one thing that Rachel didn't like getting into, it was anything having to do with her, especially anything to do with guns. "Look, it's something I really don't want to get into, okay?" Rachel asked rather bitterly.
When he mentioned tea, and taking a shower, Rachel figured that this would be the perfect chance to check out the kitchen for herself, see if the place actually had any tea, and work on her writing. Hopefully L hadn't been to the kitchen yet. If he hadn't, then Rachel could write, and illusions and manifestations be damned.
"Yeah, you go ahead and take your shower. I'll be in the kitchen."
Without another word, she grabbed her cane, and as quickly as she could, 'walked' away.