Yup. As much as Rakka would have rather kept herself out of the spotlight, events just transpired in a way that prevented that. It wasn't hard to recognize her either - the wings, the halo... it was all rather symbolic of her now. One of the easiest ways to catch that she was a Numbered just by looking at her. Thankfully, she always had friends around.

Even when she was staring down the apparent lady in charge of most of their misfortune recently.

Wow, that was a nice smile she had. Rakka was almost pressured to believe it was real. "Y-yes. I think I've heard about you before." Possibly the truth. Her parents would know about Thundercorp. Even if she didn't catch that flick, Fougere did, and he quietly slipped behind Rakka. Not because he was afraid or anything!

"One of... oh. You must mean a Precure." She gave a slow nod. "Yes, I am."