When Marga's thought process ran off on its tangent, Rae laughed a little bit. "I think the straightest line we could get into would involve hijacking one of the army's tanks," she mused. "It'd probably get us in a hell of a lot of trouble, but if you ask me, it'd be worth it just to plow through some of these wasteland buildings and run over a few zombies on the way." The grin she had on her face could only be described as scheming.
The question about how they were expected to survive outside of the city was met with a one-shouldered shrug. Sometimes, Rae wondered if they considered their Immune expendable. If asking them to do impossible things was their way of making sure they had enough to maintain the lives they deemed important.
"I honestly don't know. You know how I feel about their motivations though…" she trailed off. She hardly ever complained, but it was hard trying to keep the people she cared about alive when the people who were supposed to be keeping them alive didn't seem to want to help. Marga was one of the few who had actually heard her real, true thoughts on that matter.
When the doors to the truck opened, Rae instantly went into combat mode. Taking the tactically sound route and firing at the closest infected first, she scanned the area for any type of security door. "Security door is over there! Let's clear a path, so we can get you up to safety," she whisper-shouted to Marga in a lull in the action.