"Rebreaking itself, more like," Sara clarifies against his words, even as she looks around herself. Maybe that sharpness is even a little petulent. Maybe she doesn't care, and he doesn't get a vote anymore. Annoyed at the situation, at the fact she was now dealing with Rip, and talking to him about the situation, and knowing it was probably necessary. But it'd seemed necessary last time, and look where that had lead.

She couldn't trust him. They couldn't.


"Have you tried calling up your boys in blue yet?"
Or was he avoiding that, and running while he could. Again.