Rachel listened quietly, a bit worried at the mention of weaponry, except that she kept watching Becky closely.  "Yeah, I've meet a few of those boys," she said.  "I remember when I would cry because they didn't care about me, so I'd change into the girl that they actually loved, and tease them along for a while."  Her eyes drifted; it obviously didn't turn into any sort of pleasurable revenge like she wanted.  "I think Mark wants to be good.  I mean, he's been really nice to me and has stood up for me with some of the people around here."<br/><br/>She looked back up to Becky's eyes.  "If you want to talk, though, I'll listen."  She kept her curiosity at check to finish the speech, but once that was over, the boiling point of needing to know quickly flashed over.  "So are you a nephilim, angel or templar?"