Sara swore under her breath as she uncocked her gun and returned it to her holster. "Look I'm sorry...I was upset thinking about my mother when you touched me. The last time a man touched me he raped me!" her voice was a bit raised as she became angry, but the thing was it was not at him, but she was angry at the thought of losing his company. "So its hard for me to accept even the simplest gesture as a comforting hand on my shoulder, especially from a man." she said in lower tone as she caught up to him. "Your grip was a bit too tight and it sparked a memory, an instinct and I pulled my gun on someone else. At least in my mind you were someone else...." her tone even softer now as she fought to lock away that last bit of the emotion that seemed to threaten to overwhelm her.