Rachel pushes herself upright, hand going to her holster automatically before she remembers she doesn't have a gun and lets her hand drop. She's not one to judge a person for not getting within grabbing distance of a stranger.

It takes a moment of unsteady fumbling--which makes her scalp creep, makes her feel naked and helpless even more than not having a weapon--before she can get her badge out and open it up. Still, she keeps her voice even and calm.

"Deputy US Marshal Rachel Brooks. I'm out of Lexington. Can you tell me where we are?"