Brooke had the good sense to look appalled at the thought that Rachel would even suggest such a thing. "I would never," she said, "do something like that in however many years you would like me to never do something like that." She pushed forward feelings of trust and confidence - not towards Rachel, specifically, but simply around Brooke herself. She also tried not to be disturbed by the little Phoenix emblem hovering over Rachel's eye.

That was less easy. The Phoenix was a scary, scary thing. Brooke had heard so many horror stories about it.

"Yes. Well. I suppose that would be expected."