RACHAEL MINX- BRIGHT HOPE COUNSELING CENTER<br/><br/><br/>Rachael studies every move that Ms. Clay makes, confirming her suspicions that she isn't human, listening to her talk about being lonely and depressed, without any facial emotion only common muscle movements. Noticing her move ever so lightly, Rachael knows that the dangerous game between them is just about ready to start. Keeping her face calm, she lets her eyes slightly glow blue, in the dimly lit room, lowering her voice as she begins to speak again. Her voice carries a soft complying sensation to it, nothing that would do anything, but it is enough that Ms. Clay would pick up on its subtlety. Then she changed them both back to normal after the first few words.<br/><br/>"I can help you, if that is your desire. I can see that you have special needs. You will only get a small amount of what you truly seek out of me. Not enough to satisfy your need. Please, work with me, tell me what it is that you crave. I'm sure that you do not wish to draw attention to yourself. There are hunters all around this area, looking for individuals, just like yourself. To draw attention to yourself so quickly after you arrived, will only put you into more of a bind. Would it not?"<br/><br/>Rachael sits unmoving on the lounge, her muscles tense, but her appearance is relaxed. She hoped that she could talk Ms. Clay into a deal, she really didn't care for a fight, not when the hunters in this area were as active as they were. So far she had gone unnoticed, she liked it that way and wished for it to stay like that. But if a fight is what it came down to, she wouldn't back down.