Sarah stares up at him for a few seconds. "I know that you won't leave me that easily." She shakes her head lightly. "Fuck. Fine." She stands up. "But you owe me a [i]guarana brazilia[/i]." She smiles lightly at the thought of drinking one. It had been a while since she had been to Brazil, on Earth. She herself was half Brazilian, half Scottish. "And some haggis." Sarah begins to stand. Then, she hugs James.

Mary taps her foot a little, staring down the corridor. "Spartan, I need a gun." She says, turning to look at Victor.