Sarah frowned, she'd heard more then enough from the Order agent. Too many people had tried too many times to dissuade her from her path. She knew he had a point; she might even pay attention to it one day. For now though; some part of her wanted to do everything he'd warned her against. Pregnancy excluded, of course. She quickly quashed the notion, cardamine was off limits. That was it.
It didn't help that her headache had returned, and with it the terror. She could barely stand to be around the man calling himself Christopher. He was a killer; she felt it in every bone in her body. The girl needed to get away from him, she could feel the fear bubbling up again, her attempts to contain it only marginally more successful then plugging a volcano with a wooden cork.
She murmured some excuse about her Greyhounds fuel lines, talking to the floor rather then the former-assassin, turning back down Rochester's bare corridors. The Engineer could feel Dangen's eyes boring into her back the whole way.
The would-be-Rogue ran as soon as she was out of his sight, the hollow echo of booted feet upon the metal floors pounding in time with her aching head.
