[ A girl in a red dress quietly steps back away from the grate, looking down at Jonas. There's a second she stares at him and her gaze is...abnormal. There isn't the shock and fear a young teen would normally feel at seeing a young crying man about her own age on the other side of the floor. Her gaze is flat, unsympathetic. Calculating would be putting to much in it, the way Rachel looks at Jonas is the flat way you might lightly notice a car on the other side of the street.

Then she bends over and puts her hands near the grate to whisper down at him. Time is short, but Rachel can't help but feel sympathy for another weakling. She'll be your savior, if only for an hour. ]

Shhh, it's alright. [ She reaches a hand through the bars, trying to feel around. ] The...monsters are busy with everyone else. If you keep your voice down, we should be okay.