Sarah raised an eyebrow, turning back to face Jeremy. Usually addressing her as 'sweetie' was enough to earn the speaker a knee to the organ that suggested using the term. Then again, she had thrown a table at him. There had to be leeway somewhere. She contented herself with a barb.
"I'm sorry. I know that was important, but what in Sirius does some Admiral's underwear have to do with anything?" Lines appeared on her face as she crinkled her nose in apparent concentration. "Could it be that the Order has sunk to stealing clothes off washing lines now?"
The smile faded from her features as the rest of Jeremy's statement registered. "What could possibly get you killed here? This is a Zoner station, it's not as if anyone's armed." She glanced down at the empty holster on her waist, as if to make a point. Hardly a significant one. Sarah hadn't carried a weapon in three years now. Not since Dangen had killed a man with her ship. The holster had remained long after she threw the pistol away, a constant reminder that she wasn't to be trusted with weapons. Couldn't be trusted. She shook her head, as if it would clear her errant thoughts.
