The whole situation with the boat had been ridiculous, if you asked her. They'd wanted to put Rae in quarantine, which was stupid as anything. When you had five people insisting that a person was immune, wasn't that enough to keep the people in the infirmary from wanting to throw someone into quarantine? Really. And, of course, who could forget the fact that Rae falling in had left Sarah by herself to row all the rest of the way to Liberty Island? Maybe she hadn't gotten sick, but it had been a lot of work to do all by herself. Laziness was not something that had died with the end of the world, and it sure as hell had not ended its very long relationship with a certain immune explosives specialist. Things had sucked for them both, it seemed. Probably a little more for Rae, but only a little. Or something.
"Ah, pneumonia. Forgot about pneumonia." Kind of paled in comparison to possibly getting bitten by zombies who could turn most people into mindless flesh-eating freaks of nature. As it was, having a stuffy nose was probably better than infection. "Oh good. I'm glad your life was equally empty. I would have had to find a new best friend otherwise and that's pretty hard to do now. Nobody would want to put up with me anyway."
The comment about making tomato taste awesome in fruit salad had her laughing. "Yeah, okay. I mean, you know I'd probably eat it because I eat just about anything. But tomato was never meant to be in fruit salad." And there in lied the wisdom. "Glad to see you liked me jokes, though. Would have read them in person, but I didn't want to catch the plague."