Spa Day, even Sarah knew that the wasn't actually anything in the danger room. She'd even fallen into a ocean at one point and marvelled that, while floating, she wasn't in the slightest bit wet. It was an odd sensation, bobbing up and down in waves that you could clearly see, even diving underneath and coming up with hair still dry and perfectly immaculate. A spa day would be quite ineffective.

Sarah chuckled at the story.

"Christians," she said, shaking her blond head, "So caught up in their myths they can't see anything for what it truly is."

Turning back towards the kettle she found herself cut off by Bloom who seemed greatly interested in being useful. So be it. Sarah was perfectly happy being served rather than serving so she relented, making a gesture with both hands, palms presented forwards to indicate her acquiescence,