Placing her hand back in her lap, Rachel canted her head to the side. "Well, that is something, I guess." She didn't know what half of the people here had been through or where they came from. Honestly, Rachel just wanted to make it through the next second, the next minute, the next hour without feeling weepy. That? That was something simple to ask for and yet, it felt like it was impossible most of the time.
Shaking her head, Rachel lifted a shoulder. "I was just thinking about home." Rachel looked down at her lap, fingers twisting as she fought the urge to say much more on the matter.
She didn't want or need anyone's pity. Rachel had had enough of that back home, and she didn't know anyone here well enough to talk about Finn or any of that. Finally she looked back up, "I'm just homesick, much like most of the people here I'd guess. Except those that came from places where there are zombies, aliens and wannabe gods. That just sounds like a nightmare." Rachel didn't want to think about what she would do faced with a situation like that. Actually, she knew what she would do; bar the door, hide and hope for the best.
She wasn't a fighter in the sense of actual combat, but she was strong enough to chase after her dreams, damn anyone else that thought she was stupid for doing so. Being a star was all she'd ever dreamed of, and she'd fought tooth and nail to get where she was.
Rachel wondered if she would've reached her dream had she not been brought to Test City. The demand for actresses was nonexistent here. It dawned on her that she'd spoken to him before via the network, "Wait, didn't you say you were from New York? On the network. I think we talked."