<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Description</div><div class="spoiler_body">Today she wore long blonde hair that spread down to the small of her back and that ended in crimson tips, dressed up in a black T-shirt, cutoff jeans and sneakers with white socks, and a black leather purse.  A name tag had been stuck to her shirt just over her left breast, proudly announcing, "Hello!  My name is Rachel Kyleson."</div></div><br/>While everyone fought, Rachel just stayed very quiet, soft and still.  She listened, and a few things certainly caught her attention and made her curious, but she didn't want to speak up in order to find out.  Why did people always have to fight and argue?  Why couldn't everyone be happy?<br/><br/>This class wasn't making a lot of sense to her, but it was probably because she wasn't paying attention.  No matter: with Fran there, she'd be able to ask and catch up, if she didn't just ask the teacher directly.  She gave Mark a gentle smile as he passed, but her attention was mostly elsewhere.<br/><br/>She excused herself as well, heading out into the hallway thoughtfully.  Mark had called Fran a construct, so was she like a golem or something awesome like that?  That seemed really cool, but how was she supposed to ask?  Maybe it was better to come right out with a girl like Fran; she might not even know the significance of the name tag.<br/><br/>Thinking back, that seemed even more likely.  She looked down at her fingertips, where there would be prints if she had any.  Prints were really difficult to maintain, and most doppelgangers just didn't have any.  Was that what Fran was referring to, or was it something else?  Being secretive was so much harder when it was other people being secretive; she didn't have a lot of practice at figuring things out, now that doppelgangers spent so much time attempting to just fit in.<br/><br/>She stepped into the bathroom, giving Rebecca a smile.  "Hey," she said gently and politely, moving over to one of the mirrors to check over her own features.  She didn't have to touch anything up with makeup, but having a clear mental image of her features strongly helped to maintain her appearance, even if it seemed as though she was just checking herself out.  "Are you okay?"