He got dangerously close to it right there. Rachel's eyes dart to his sharply, though her head stays bent, and she stares - but only until he starts to meet her gaze.

She looks down at the rabbit until there's nothing left to look at anymore and she can get up and go to the stove.

And pretend like she's not asking the same question of herself. Not the one she's always asked - what is a soldier doing in a place that needs warriors - but more specific.

What is she doing here, right here, in this kitchen in this house.