Whereas Rachel is meditating fiercely on how quickly she'll be able to turn and attack, should she hear the cocking of that rifle.

At Jo's words, she lifts her head and sniffs. Bear sight is nothing to brag about - she hadn't noticed the divide at all until it was pointed out and her nose told her there was now air coming from three different directions.

<Eenie Meenie Minie Mo,> Rachel mutters - technically outloud, though she isn't waiting for an answer before edging forward.