Sarah jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over.<br/><br/>"You keep calling him, It!. He isn't an IT!. Are you an IT? You are male. What ever it is that makes you male makes you a he, not an IT!. Respect. You snivel and whine and are ohhhh so paranoid but you are so rude. You are condescending. Mr. S deserves respect. I like the good guys vs the bad guys stuff. I don't even really care who is who. What I care about is Mr. S. He is the only one that has taken care of me, cares about me, doesn't try to use me or abuse me."<br/><br/>She had paced the floor as she ranted. Suddenly she flung herself back into the chair, calm.<br/><br/>"Ohh kay. Now, You want to go home in peace. I want Mr. S safe. Looks like this Alex or the Executioner, as Mr. S calls him, is the problem. Tell me what to be looking for. Did you want a Pepsi or something?" she abruptly asked Seth. Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to the maskies. "How about you guys? Are you real people under there? You want something to drink?"