Rachel lifts an eyebrow. Either for the word or the tone isn't immediately clear, but she shrugs and steps aside. Peering down the hall again, the complete lack of light that even the torch can barely help with.

Owl or cat would solve that problem. But those aren't exactly battle morphs, if something else comes at them. If Jo comes at her, for that matter. Her best shot to hit the right morph at the right time means walking around barefoot and weak in a dark hallway.

She glances at Jo and holds a hand out for the torch. "I can take it, for now."