Rachel repressed a snicker as Kitty grabbed the jeans... and then went looking for more. Despite Kitty's protests to the contrary, Rachel knew deep-down she really enjoyed this. Wanting to help, she idly pulled a few tops off the racks, some of them actually modest and passed them over.

"No, he's not a villain." At least Rachel didn't think he was. She hoped he wasn't, but she guessed she'd just have to trust her instincts and her powers tonight. "He's just... needing a friend."

Wow, could she be any more vague?