In spite of herself and the fact that she wanted so desperately wanted some kind of recompense to come for the people who'd more or less wished her dead, Rae allowed a smile to creak through at Sarah's "instant karma" idea. "I know it'd be faster, but if I let you beat them in the face, I'm no better than them. And right now? I'm pretty sure I'm a lot better than them," she mused. She didn't like to be self-centered, but Rae felt guilty when she so much as wished someone would go away. Let alone wishing harm.
"Landmines," was Rae's simple response to Sarah's comment about all zombies blowing up one way or another. "Rumor has it that zombies are lousy Minesweeper players, so I'm pretty sure their skill at landmine evasion leaves something to be desired." The grin went from impish to wry when Sarah insisted that she wasn't a sidekick. "Well, wait a sec," she said, completely ready to call her best friend's bluff. "If this comic book we're talking about is all about me, you can't expect a starring role. It's either my sidekick or my nemesis, and frankly, I know way too many of your weaknesses to make you a comic book-worthy nemesis. All I'd have to do would be hold up a plate of freshly barbecued ribs and you'd be prime for the striking," she explained matter-of-factly. "So it's sidekick or enemy-of-the-week."
Rae smirked. "Hey, I'm just makin' sure we're on the same page," she said with a bit of a chuckle. They were, as always.
The talk of telling Elliot how she felt was making her stomach sick. "If you say so," she mumbled. "I'm not ready, though…" she added, and she was sure that the I'm fucking petrified undertones would be clear as day to Sarah. Because her luck would dictate that the one time she really cared if she was rejected would be the one time she was rejected. "I was already careless once. Got a little mushy and touched his cheek, and I panicked. Overcompensated and tried to pretend it didn't happen. I can't do it again. Not without being sure that he…" she trailed off.