The look on his face as he turns away guts her. Whatever else she may not be willing--or at least, ready--to forgive, she can't deal with that obvious pain in his eyes.

Rachel isn't sure what she's going to do, long-term. All she can do now is what he's asked. There's no "long-term" if they don't both make it out of this.

She goes to the bar as instructed. Summons a friendly smile for the bartender, asks for a drink, tries not to watch the time tick by on her cell phone display as she waits.