The parasol actually served a purpose. In the hot sun of the desert, Rachel knew she suffered from the curse of the red hair - meaning she burned in a heartbeat. Usually she kept the suntan lotion on, but SPF 50 didn't exactly exist in the Wild-Wild West, so parasols and bonnets it was. And since she didn't want her hair mussed for whatever this was going to be, she opened the parasol as she looked back.

"Where all have you lived, by the way, it's got to be a long list, right?"