[Somehow, Noel's mind clicks into place a false reality where those two were just joking. Probably out of disbelief. Of course they're not gonna have a threesome, right? Rachel and Luka were just chatting. Rachel was in her nightie because-

well anyway this was all completely legit, and as such she walks over to them both, taking the third seat at the table. Taking the cup of alcohol. Downing the thing in one gulp.]

... What's going on, again? Rachel? Rachel, help me out here, I don't know what's going on. [Rachel's response is "Just roll with it, dear." Noel nods, hesitantly, then sort of glances around the room.]

... No, really though, I'm so confused.