"I wouldn't know anything about having gifts," Rachel pointed out gently, smiling a ghost of a smile in his direction before once more leaning her head back, this time looking toward the ceiling. At least it was undamaged.
"But Annie's gifts," she added, "they're probably the least important things about her." She winced a bit as a piece of glass finally came loose and slid from the wound. Her attention returned to Nathan, this time unable to keep from glancing down at the progress he was making.
Watching silently for a long second, Rachel slowly looked back to Nathan with a troubled look on her face. "Is it wrong of me, to be glad she's found some place like this?" she questioned. "I know she's in danger here, I know this isn't our world, but... I wouldn't mind staying, if it meant her being somewhere that she's accepted."