His response to her quip about bad decisions made her arch an eyebrow. Definitely an odd thing to say, given the circumstances, but she wasn't going to jump to any conclusion and point the "murderer" finger in his face. Especially if he was. Once again, that could set him off. "Some people say it's what makes us human. If that's the case, I think I'd rather be an alien. Or some kind of animal." Fight off an uncomfortable situation with humor. Something she'd learned from Elliot.
Maybe some people were believers in O'Brien's "everyone is a suspect" philosophy, but Rae wasn't one of them. She'd always been a person who'd thrived on people; making friendships and keeping them. And yes, she was probably more than a little stupid for allowing herself to revert to her "think the best of everyone" ways. But it was who she was, and a murder that could have very well been an isolated incident wasn't going to change it. Her father had always told her that her "naïve, trusting nature" was going to get her killed someday. Maybe he was right.
Rae blinked in surprise when he called her out. Okay. So he had a point, but, "I'd rather this than walk around paranoid." Stupid, maybe. But it was a fact. "Not every person I meet is going to be a murderer. Yeah, there's one out there right now. But it's not me, and if it's you... well, then it's my stupid mistake to make."
It was difficult to tell anything from first glances, especially in the dark, but Rae had a theory, anyway. "Besides, if you were going to kill me, you'd have done it already, right?" Her voice was a little unsteady as she said it, like she wasn't quite sure of what she was saying. Maybe she was right. Maybe not. But that was what theories were, right? Thoughts that could easily be right or wrong.
Admittedly, his hesitance had her a little—or a lot—nervous too, so when he extended his hand, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She accepted it, even if it wasn't extended to shake hers, and finally let out the breath she'd been holding. "Unofficial?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "That answers my 'what are you doing out here' question, then."
Watching as he moved his cigarette, she shook her head. "It's okay." She looked down at her tummy. "It's not so much for my sake." She was friends with smokers. But when they were at her place, even Rory, she always made them smoke outside. For the baby's sake.