Rae was hard to offend, most of the time. As long as you stayed away from her old life and anything involving Elliot and her son, there was no offending her. "Nah, I'm superhuman, but it's not because I'm a dancer, it's because I'm a mom." She'd always thought that mothers were superhuman, and now she was learning firsthand that it wasn't exactly an exaggeration. "Though I do kind of wish that I'd gotten some awesome flexibility ability instead of regeneration." Not that regenning wasn't awesome, but even she could admit that she'd been far more reckless since she'd learned that she could heal from everything.
"You know, they might've..." she started, but then realized that it probably sounded bad that she couldn't remember. "But they were throwing a lot of information at me, so it's hard to say." She chuckled a little bit. It was a cover, maybe a lousy cover, and one she hoped that he didn't catch on to, but a cover nonetheless. "My usual default is kind of not in any condition to help me right now," she chuckled softly. "So, I guess I'm just lucky you happened by when you did, because things could have been a lot worse." They still could, honestly—Rae was feeling slightly woozy and like she might fall down at any moment—but she didn't point that out.
With a chuckle, Rae pondered this for a moment. "I'm not sure if that sounds worse for you or the women who'd be shoving you, but since women are always right and men are always wrong, I'm going to go with my gut and say that it sounds worse for you," she said with a grin as she shifted her weight a little bit.
Maybe she could ask for help, but, "Everyone else has other important things they could be doing," she pointed out. "And I figure, this is something I should be able to do for the people I love, you know? So..." she shrugged and smiled. "I'll do it. I've always had really strong maternal instincts, so it's nice to get to exercise them so fully." Thoroughly exhausting, but nice. As long as she didn't allow herself to stay too still for too long, she wouldn't show signs of exhaustion. That was how she'd always felt about it. "Unfortunately for me, I don't really look good in glasses. Maybe if I wandered around in spandex," she paused, then shrugged. "I do have dance clothes that would qualify, I guess," she chuckled.
"Enlisting him wouldn't make much sense, though, being that his shoulder is screwed up and everything." Was that what he meant? She didn't know. Apparently her brain synapses weren't exactly meeting up. "Well, thank you, good sir. Your efforts and kindness will not go unrewarded. How about some brownies next time I head kitchen-way?" she asked with a little smile and a shrug. She went down there a couple hours a day to feed her family, anyway, even if she wasn't working. "Or cookies. The helper gets to pick, and the helpee gets to cook." Or something like that. She nodded her head in the direction of her place. "I really appreciate this, by the way."