Sighing, Rae shrugged a shoulder and looked over at Sarah. "I'm not going to kick their asses," she insisted, one side of her mouth curling up into the tiniest of smiles. "Karma will do that on its own. And you don't want to fuck with karma at the end of the world, because she can be pretty cruel." Also pretty confused, since Rae couldn't count the times that people who didn't deserve bad karma were hit with it as far as she could tell. "I'll have to ask you not to kick their asses either, Sar. Let karma do it."
Rae paused when Sarah mentioned bodyguards to the stars. "You know, I'd be terrified to run into a bodyguard zombie. Seriously. Like…" she shuddered a little bit. "Those guys are always huge. And ripped," she made a face. "I wonder if zombie bodyguards are stronger than other kinds of zombies…" she thought aloud, then trailed off, laughing aloud when Sarah mentioned a comic about her. "You're totally my sidekick. The Incredible RibGirl, who never goes anywhere without her emergency ribs. And you're obviously going to burst into the Rae-harvesting facility at the last possible second and save the day."
Pursing her lips when Sarah only half backed down, Rae rolled her eyes but smirked a little bit nonetheless. "That's as far as I'm going to get you to give, isn't it? But fine, fine… I can deal with that, I guess. I'll be the pretty, girly one if we ever get married and you can be the butch one," she joked.
"Stop," she insisted. "Just… let me think about it. If I do, it's not going to happen yet. Probably not for a long time. I can't…"