Rachel has perched herself on a stool, bare feet dangling beneath the hem of the borrowed skirt. But she hadn't expected anyone to notice so quickly.

Which is most obvious by the way she'd already started sipping her drink before she's spoken to.

And once-over'd.

On the bright side, sarsaparilla appears to be root beer. Good call, Kate.

She finishes her sip and then says, calmly and clearly, "No."