[Rachel's seated outside of the theater, it's nice enough out that she can do so without shivering and close enough that she won't get yelled out for having wondered off. She's scraped a few drawings, some of random flowers or fixtures and is in the midst of playing with the paper. After a minute she has a paper plane and stares at it in her hand, a small, somewhat dry laugh escaping as she sighs. Might as well see if it works, she thinks. Eliya sighs in her mind as well, thinking a plane of paper had no use but Rachel ignores her, sending staring at it for a second longer before sending it off, watching it glide for a minute before crashing the ground a few feet away.] Great job, Rachel. [She mumbles to herself as she gets up to retrieve it, unfolding it and making another adjustment. Rachel pauses, though, at the sound footsteps and looks up, offering a slight smile.] Oh...hey.