The great part about it is there isn't any real anger, but she can still snap at him. Ray wouldn't get it, and Martin wouldn't appreciate it, and Mick just rolls the damn hell with it. Letting it breathe out from her, even as it only prickles harder. The annoyance and the relief that she isn't alone, and her team is starting to report in.

"Los Angeles, 2017, or something like it." Sara frowned and looked around them. "Something worse, maybe."


There's a narrow of her eyes, and the cross of one arm, as she's looking across the street at things in the distant sky line. Was that -- the Eiffel tower? "Do you remember it having this much in it? Because I feel like more's getting dragged in every time I'm not looking."