Rachel observed the hot waitress' aggression, still half-stunned by the daring trip she had been in, but did not think that she'd actually attack her. With ice cubes, no less. Who does that? It was Shinee that saw those projectiles coming and moved to intercept them, but they curiously melted within seconds. That was odd, considering the restaurant was very well-cooled for the summer. She must've been quite the pitcher to be able to throw things so fast, they [i]melt[/i]. And fortunately, as the ice cubes melted, the waitress became chill once more. That was precisely the opportunity Rachel needed to find a seat and cool off, close to a man in a tacky pink jacket.

Strenuous usage of Shinee's super speed proved hazardous for her frail form. Already, one could see that there was steam coming from her body, accompanied by excessive amounts of sweat. Further insulation from her jacket wasn't helping at all, but she was way too tired to move, let alone take it off. Had she remained outside and her Stand unable to get her to a secure and cold place, she could very well die from overheating. [i]Was there really a term for the opposite of hypothermia?[/i], Rachel idly wondered. [i]Hyperthermia?[/i] Either way, a few minutes of cooling down should get her back to fit form.

And then she could go look for her damned bag proper.