She didn't need to voice her agreement, and Rae probably didn't expect her to, but she nodded. Wakers were the worst when it came to trying to be inconspicuous among the undead. They were the most human, the most aware, and while it broke her heart to think how aware they might be? Marga was understandably terrified of them.
She nodded when Rae thanked her. "Of course. I'm just sorry I didn't shoot that waker before he alerted all the zombies."
The guilt was etched all over her friend's face, and Marga couldn't help but put some of the blame on herself. Now that the initial danger had passed, she felt ashamed for panicking. Whoever had screamed had been out there in the mall, vulnerable, while she had been barricaded in a security office.
She dropped her eyes from Rae's. "We should try and find the others." It nearly came out as a question, and she was glad it hadn't. "Heard anything on your radio?" She indicated her own. "Mine broke."