If Elliot was incredulous, Rae wasn't sure what the appropriate adjective was to describe how she felt when her friend nearly reminded both her and her father that they'd lost her mother. She looked at him, her expression probably looking a bit the part of the kicked puppy, and then down to the ground. "There's a time and place for it, though. And when we're all still fighting for our lives? That's not it…" she told him quietly. "So, I'm sorry."
She'd deal with things more appropriately when they weren't on a crowded bus, packed in like sardines and unsure who happened to be infected or not. Turning her attention to her father, who was very obviously trying the same thing as she was with "dealing with it later," she gave him a sympathetic expression. As far as she knew, her mother was the only love he'd ever known. Rae had never really been in love herself, but she'd been alive long enough to know that no matter who you were, it hurt like hell to lose someone that you'd loved forever. Casting her own grief aside for the time being, she vowed to help her dad as best she could.
Rae was too caught up in her own muted grief and her father's obvious grief to notice the lack of Miriam and Aaron, but if she had, that would have just added to her panic. Blinking heavily, she turned her head to look at Eli when he responded to her comment with an "of course." She'd have to remember to thank him later for saving her from herself, because up until then all she'd done was whine and appear ungrateful.
She turned and looked from her dad when he shrugged to Eli when he answered her question. "Madison Square Garden. It's one of the bigger safehouses, but I bet this busload will fill it right up," which filled her with a bit of dread, especially after what had happened that day.