"I wouldn't have let you go alone anyway," Rae reassured Rory, trying to take any blame off her friend, because it wasn't her fault. "You're my friend." And she'd much rather have been here alone than make Rory suffer through it, too. Suspicion racked her mind a little bit, about the woman who'd suggested they all go into that class, but she didn't say anything. The last thing they needed to worry about while they were in here was who was responsible for it. Or maybe it was the first thing they should've been worrying about. But Rae didn't have it in her. Not right now.
She looked up at Rory again and have her a weak half-smile. "I don't blame you. I don't blame anyone but that government psychopath," her free hand went to her neck to touch the spot he'd stabbed her with the needle, and her eyes narrowed involuntarily. She'd kill him herself if she could. She'd never believed herself capable of killing someone, but... for Elliot? For their baby? Yeah, she could do it. She'd do it.
Rae's own mind went to her boyfriend, the way he would always hold her hand in times like this and the way he'd smooth his thumb along her skin just like that. It was a comfort, even if Rory's hand was softer, smoother... not calloused and rough like Elliot's. Pushing the tears back, she swallowed thickly and looked up at Rory. "Thank you," she whispered. "For calming me. And for fighting with me." She may have talked a big game in her mind, but if she was honest with herself, being here alone probably would've killed her on the inside. "You're a good friend."
It wasn't until Rory reminded her that he'd be trying to get her back that she shook her head in another insistent no. "He can't..." she whispered. "I don't want to stay here forever, but... I can't lose him. I don't think I can... I don't think I could deal with it." But she knew better. She knew that, at this very moment, Elliot was probably going over every possible plan to come and find her. To get her out of here. "He's going to, though, isn't he?" she asked, her voice slightly more somber than she'd expected.
"He's going to, I know. And they'd better hope to god they don't kill him." Because if they did, she would kill every last one of them on her own.