"Fucking hate wakers," Rae mumbled as she hugged Marga, probably a little tighter than she should have but she was so relieved that her friend was alive and appeared unharmed. Physically, anyway. "They're the scariest things I've…" she trailed off and sniffled, blinking back the white hot tears she was trying not to shed and then clearing her throat. "Thanks for covering my ass, by the way. I'd be toast if not for you."
Rae had completely forgotten the woman who had screamed, in her terror and determination to make sure that her friend was safe. Perhaps it wasn't the right thing to have done, but it was what she'd done. "Still," Rae muttered, hating that her plan had backfired so terribly.
Marga asked her who had screamed and she froze, looking at Marga and then looking down. "I… I don't know," she blinked. "I was more worried about making sure that you… I didn't…" she trailed off again, suddenly feeling horribly guilty.