Rachel, completely ignoring the comment about food and kitchens, instead chose to zero in on the stranger's attentions towards her legs. Or rather, the stockings that covered them.<br/><br/>"Hot Topic. You can order them off Hot Topic." She grinned, however, quite fond of any attention. "Thank you kindly for leering at my legs. Quite an ego boost for me."<br/><br/>She crossed her long slender legs, then shrugged. "No one really owns this place, I don't think. Just stumble around. You'll find where you need to be eventually. And don't be so polite... unless you genuinely like being that way." She stretched herself out, laying her back against the floor. "Politeness only gets you so far in life. If there is a Twinkie in the pantry, it's mine."