Rachel felt like there was some sort of distance between them. Of course there was, she was dead in his mind. Still, it was good to see him, and she smiled at him, "As well as to be expected, I guess, with being dead and all." She sipped the water that was brought to the table and shrugged.
She looked at him again, a bit worried, "How are you holding up? I noticed that a lot of our old friends are here." She reached over and patted his hand.