Her mind raced with images of bruised and flayed skin which encroached into her mind and made her feel that she should back out of the business that had come to feel like a second home to her. That montage of images created a single, pulsing certainty, danger. From which there really was no escape, even if a small part of her mind had decided that she could start to escape the danger by getting out of a place where they kept monsters. Call some nice normal people for help, people like her, and automatically she began to make that retreat as Marcus approached.
Physically her body was trying to cleanse itself of this entire process, already the icy fear she had felt within her veins had been exuded through her skin, leaving her entire body clammy. And there was just enough relief in the expulsion of her lunch that she began to realize how silly those thoughts were. The sudden lack of oxygen made her even dizzier for the briefest moments and then as oxygen seem to flood her body, Rachel steadied. Maybe they had monsters and maybe some of them were even capable of , and they certainly wouldn't just leave the mess outside. They had people to clean up after all.
Knowing what Archer was, knowing that this business was. She had never been able to believe Marcus was simply ordinary. Why hire an ordinary man for security? Archer had been tight lipped about his personal secrets but Marcus had never even come to the meetings. Between that and the look of him she had decided, Marcus had to be something worse. Yet here he was trying, his voice soothing and for once it was a good thing that maybe Marcus was worse. For once instead of giving him a wide berth, Rachel latched onto him, fingers digging into his arm.
Yet as she tried to explain to him, her brain couldn't relate what she had seen into words. Instead her mouth moved soundlessly and another round of shaking began. Childishly in frustration she pulled at him, towards the door, as if she had any hope of forcibly moving a man his size.