Rachel turned to Nathan when he spoke, her smile one filled with exhaustion and uncertainty. Not toward him but, rather, the situation she was faced with. When Annie was upset at home, it was bad enough. Out here, somewhere different, where Rachel didn't even know anyone... it was downright torture. And she didn't have the first clue how to stop it.
Not bleeding to death would be a good start, she thought to herself and nodded, still holding one of Annie's sweaters in her hands as she crossed to Nathan. "I haven't seen her like this in a really long time," she admitted quietly as she sat, the sweater resting in her lap with her fingers twisting the material in worrisome gesture. Releasing the garment, she undid the towel around her wound and held out her arm, twisting it enough for him to see it.
Rachel turned her head to look at him, remaining silent for a moment before adding quietly, "She really isn't a threat. She may seem like one but... Annie just looks at things from a very black and white perspective. She doesn't understand things as we do." There was a heavy sigh before she admitted, "Sometimes, I'm not sure how much she really understands at all."