Rae didn't mind being the brave one. She was good at facing things head on, just like she was good at calming people's nerves. It just came naturally. She smiled and shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, giving Marga an easy smile. "Especially in this thing. You know what they say about the shortest distance between two points, right?" she mused.
It was funny, how easily figured out why Marga was so on edge. Sometimes, she wondered why she hadn't tried to go into psychology when things didn't work out with her professional dancing, but she hadn't ever minded her kind of dancing, anyway. "Stick with me," she nudged her friend with her shoulder. "You know I'm good for clearing a room out," she spoke confidently. "Maybe you can use one of the little security offices. Usually they have windows that overlook a lot of the mall, hm?"
To be honest, Rae often found herself wondering who promoted these "leaders." She didn't mean to brag, but she was a good leader, people tended to listen to her, and her plans were always more thought out (and more successful) than whatever they had in their plan book.
Marga's question about the mall and whether it had anything left in it had certainly crossed Rae's mind more than once since she'd found out where they were going. She couldn't remember if it was this mall or another that she'd been sent to raid a couple of months ago, but even so, it was ridiculous to send people out when you didn't know for sure. Her usual prominent optimism flickered a little bit at the thought of running out of supplies, but she brought it back quickly. "That's when they'll start bringing us out of the city," she told Marga what she usually thought to herself… what she usually hoped to herself.