Raleigh, in general, doesn't have a habit of accusing people of anything. If they did wrong and they know it, then they should change it; if they did and don't know it, it's not her job to help them figure it out, and if they didn't....

Then it's none of her fucking business. "Yeah, but it brought up... stuff. So I'm sorry for that, is all." She bites her lip, and then her brows shoot up, and as if on cue, her stomach rumbles.

It's her day off so the perks of working at the bakery (free breakfast and lunch) haven't materialized, and her stomach seems to want to remind her of that fact. "Really? I mean, it wasn't a trouble, but... Are you sure?" Random woman at your doorstep? Invite her to lunch! She's not about to look a gift horse (or sandwich) in the mouth.