Sara was patient with every one of the people who served in the military, with the exception that there will be consequences if one is not committed with their duties. Throughout her time of militaristic action, it was quite rare rare for the Angel to externally smile - especially if something or someone had managed to amuse her, and for that, there was a small, thin smile on the inside of her head that she formed at Miss Anderson’s clumsiness, as well as towards her reciprocating response. In some ways, the Angel was really quite proud of the young woman’s efforts to be an effective yet talented recruit [i]and[/i] healer withhin their squad. That’s what made the young woman rather valuable and useful to them. 

These thoughts lingered inside the lieutenant’s head, shortly before she heard the boy respond to her question. Having to remain sitting in her chair, her leg was crossed over the other, shortly before she then crossed her arms upon her chest. Her narrow, blue eyes looked into his own. [color=00aeef]“I believe it”[/color], she said simply, and she did, as if she had faith, as well as the feeling in her gut that told her that the boy was more valuable than he initallt seemed. In truth, the discovery of his identity made her stiffen on the spot. [i]’That name. He’s the one; the individual I was meant to seek out. He’s the answer to everything’.[/i] After some time, Sarah calmed herself, momentarily tearing her gaze away from him, and closed her eyes. [color=00aeef]“I see now”[/color], she finally said, after a moment. 

Opening her eyes, Sara looked back at the prisoner, having to stand up from where she sat, and kicked the chair with her foot, letting it slide across the floor, and back to the wall behind her. 

[color=00aeef]“What happened out there?”[/color], she was back to her cold yet soft voice.