Rae heard a voice from behind her and she turned her head, on high alert, completely expecting some government asshole to tell her to go back to her bedroom like she was a ten year old child again. When she turned, though, and saw Rory, she breathed in a sharp gasp of surprise and she could feel her eyes widening in her head. "R-Rory!" she stuttered out, her usually confident and clear voice faltering in her relief to see Rory and her son in one piece. "I..." she laughed a short, humorless laugh. "Define okay."
She felt Rory's hand clasp around hers and she squeezed in return. The last thing she remembered before she went down was telling her friend to run. "I'm... I'm so sorry I couldn't stop them," she said, casting her eyes down and swallowing a sad-angry lump in her throat. "I tried. I tried to get you all out of there."
Raising her eyes again, she looked at Rory and her sleeping son. As horrible as it was to think, she was undeniably grateful that she wasn't here alone. But, still, "Why didn't you run?" she asked her friend. The tone was supposed to be scolding, she'd meant it to be, but there was no energy in it, no feeling. It just sounded like an empty question. "You could've... you didn't have to..." she didn't have to be here. If she'd run, she could still be safe with the others at Sing Sing.
Swallowing thickly, she tried to put her brave face back on and looked back up at her friend. "Have they been... has it been awful for you, too? I mean... not that I expect it to have been pleasant, but..." Had they threatened her? Had they forced her to submit like they had with Rae? Those were the questions she wanted to ask, but she couldn't think of them. She was just... glad to see a friendly face, as much as she wished that friendly face wasn't stuck here.
"I'm glad you're..." she trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. She wasn't glad Rory was here, at all. But she was glad for one thing, at least: "I'm glad you're alive..."