Rachel isn't dressed up so much as dressed for "so I work in an office, now", jeans and Converse replaced, for the work day, a more professional skirt and blouse. She shakes her head as she steps closer. "No, no. I'm just allergic to being late for things so I usually wind up starting early. I was coming out here to wait, just in case."

And she really doesn't know what's going on between them any more, either, but her face lights up all the same at the sight of him. "It's good to see you," she adds, softer, a hand reaching for his arm.