"Like...bed-rest? Or bed-rest?" On the second mention, she raised her hands to do a set of air quotes. If Rae really wanted to get back into things, then bed-rest didn't really seem like it would be on the agenda. Why would you want to lay around when you could get back out and do the exciting stuff sooner rather than later? "If it's the second one, clearly we should go and do something. Anything." Hopefully that something involved getting to kill some zombies. She'd been itching to do that, considering that there wasn't a real threat on the island aside from zombies underwater. They weren't as easy to kill. Actually...she was rather sure that the underwater zombies would piss her off the most. "And duh, of course I'm prepared to be poked and prodded back. Not saying that I'd give you a chance to do it. It's always more fun when these things are one-sided." And to accent, she poked Rae in the side with a smirk right after.
Someone who didn't enjoy getting all defensive? Sarah. But she knew more than well enough that Rae liked poking at her just see her like that. And Sarah let her get away with it. Anyone else probably would have gotten decked. "Yeah, I remember. Gotta love chicken soup from Mom." She didn't miss the way Rae dimmed a little bit. It wasn't something out of the blue, really. What else could you expect from someone who'd lost their mother? Sarah felt bad, but all she knew to do was try to keep a smile on her best friend's face. "So long as the canned food doesn't turn us into zombies, I'm good. My metabolism can take care of it."
Ah, the blush. Had she been expecting it? Of course. It was a thousand shades of obvious that Rae liked Eli. "Oh, he probably makes you laugh way more than I do. I feel like the sexy man-face is an unfair advantage." She'd continue to prod at it, of course. It was her job, after all. And it was fun to see Rae flustered.