From the screaming at her mirror, and protests of how unfair this was, and how it could not possibly be happening, once in the room, Rachel started to quiet down. Mostly because, well, it didn't seem like anyone was listening anymore.

She looked around the room, arms folded over her chest in what may have been anger, or may have been insecurity. She wasn't looked in the mirror, but at the door, and definitely was not opting to sit in the chair.

Rachel stood there, silently, and realized she was really...thirsty.