There's a moment when she looks at the hand, suspicious. She's not sure why a stranger offering friendship immediately strikes her as a threat, but the whole tone of the conversation seems like it changed in a second.

Chill, Rachel. This wasn't Drode, this wasn't even Tom. This was just some kid trying to be nice.

After a second, she forces the visible tension out of her shoulders and accepts the handshake.

"Yeah, alright. My name is Rachel."