Rae chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah, I wish I could forget about pneumonia," she joked. "You know for that first week when I got sicker? They threatened to put me in quarantine like every day. If not for Eli and my dad sticking up for me and insisting that I'm immune? I'd totally be loco while sitting in solitary confinement by now and you could stand by the door and laugh at me." She knew that Sarah wouldn't laugh at her if she was tossed in quarantine, as a matter of fact she'd probably threaten to bust heads open until they let Rae out, but thankfully, they'd never need to find out how that scenario would play out. Rae smoothed a hand through her hair, looking around the safehouse and suddenly wanting to go and get some fresh air. She smiled at Sarah again. "Walk with me? I'm itching for some fresh air."
She laughed again when Sarah mentioned no one else wanting to put up with her. "I've often been told that my patience was epic," she mused, putting her hands in the pockets of her jeans (which, thanks to a lack of easily accessible washing technology, still smelled a little bit like salt water. She'd have to change and then wait in the epic line to hand wash them later on). Turning and glancing around the safehouse, Rae smiled. The last time she'd really paid attention to her surroundings was when she'd been drinking with Eli and David. It was good to see sober.
"Eating any and everything is a good thing nowadays. Especially since we're limited to things that are non-perishable. You're the only person I've seen eat a can of those uber-preserved canned enchiladas, Sar," she half-smiled as she snagged her jacket from the floor and pulled it over her shoulders, tugging her hood up and over her head. She wasn't a wuss by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't keen on catching an even worse plague either. She'd seen more of the infirmary than she ever wanted to in the rest of her lifetime.