In the hotel room, Rick reads the poop sheets on the remaining androids and wonders if androids dream. Shmoopers, we have a title.
Rachael enters the room, sporting a bottle of pre-war bourbon. She takes a look at the poop sheets, notices something, but decides to open the bourbon rather than elaborate.
Rick asks what upset her, and she informs him one of the three remaining androids is the same model as her.
She says she feels a sense of identification with this Pris android, not to mention a tiny bit odd hunting someone who looks exactly like her.
Rachael asks Rick if he knows why she came. He answers that it's to observe his test and report back to the association.
She argues that she can't go anyhow as she's drunk. (While we're here, what is it with future civilizations building machines with substance abuse problems? Like, a programmer had to take the time to actually program that in, right?)
Rachael begins to undress and tells him about an item in her purse.
Rick retrieves it. It's a device that puts an android into catalepsy for a few seconds. She says it might just save his life.
Rachael calls him to bed, but Rick says he can't because later that night he'll have to retire Pris.
She says that if he goes to bed with her, she'll retire Pris.