Sarah's comment about not knowing when someone's lying hit home with Rae. It was hard for her to think of people that way. She was still stuck in the old-world frame of mind and she missed being the type of person that people could trust. Shaking that thought off, she decided that she'd make a point to go talk to Eli later. He always knew how to cheer her up. She chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I can understand how they want to be more cautious than anything else. Five people insisting is one thing, but all it really takes is one infected to destroy a safe haven like this, you know? They do pretty decently at keeping zombies out. You saw how few there were on the way in here…" she pointed out. The biggest threat was underwater.
She shuddered at the thought. She'd be lying if she tried to pretend that she didn't replay it every time she closed her eyes. Toppling over the edge of the boat into the ice cold water, the hard clasp of the hands on her leg, scared people screaming for Eli to just let her go… she fought back a shudder and snapped her head to look at Sarah when she realized that she'd been speaking. Laughing weakly, she nodded. "I can't wait to get back into things. I'm supposed to be on bed-rest for a couple more days."
She smirked when Sarah commented on her Chuckie Finster joke. "But I like my pink hair. I don't want to grow spiky red hair and start getting extra freckles…" she joked. "I wasn't really poked and prodded. Though I did kinda feel a little bit like ET from time to time," she mused. "Doctors in masks and gloves coming in to take my temperature… thank god they took it through my mouth," she added with a wry grin. "And if you poke and prod at me you had better expect to be poked and prodded back. Just saying."
Rae had always loved it when Sarah got all defensive. She loved poking at her like that sometimes, and she knew that she was one of the few people who could actually do it without getting a fist in the eye. "I guess. I was eating canned chicken soup while I was in the infirmary and I pretended that it was my mom's. You know how she always used to put lentils and peas in it?" her expression dimmed again at the thought of her mother; the wound was still sort of fresh, after all. But she recovered quickly, chuckling when Sarah commented on the food's affect on her insides. "I don't think any of us want to know. I'm just thankful that we run it all off running around out there…" she mused.
There was something about Sarah's tone when she asked about Eli that made Rae's cheeks turn pink. "Well, he's good at cheering me up. Makes me laugh almost as much as you do," she pointed out. She wasn't admitting anything. Not yet. Not unless she was ready to do something about it… which she most definitely wasn't.