Sarah listened to the two men speak with some confusion, not sure why they came off as competitive. She assumed they were just joking around with their talk about nationalities and the undesirability of being French—no one really took that sort of thing seriously anymore, there was only the Empire now and it owned all of humanity as far as it was concerned. The medic nodded at Pat’s complaints about being tricked onto the front lines—she would not be here either if she had had any real choice.<br/><br/>At Pat’s suggestion, the young doctor looked to him in obvious surprise. That explained why the two men had seemed to be at odds over something. “My name’s Sarah,” she supplied, and then laughed slightly. “Most people get a first name before they try to get someone in bed with them,” she added teasingly. “And you must be quite a gambler to basically ask a woman you just met if she’s a slut.” She paused a little, just to make him wonder if she was going to be angry over it. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a pretty laid back attitude toward sex. And you’re both cute enough, so I’m good to go.”<br/><br/>Sarah then paused uncomfortably. “But there is one thing you both should know. I’m sure everyone will be told pretty soon anyway, so I might as well mention it now. I’m PES and still flagged for ‘loyalty issues,’ so the more time you spend around me, the more you’re going to be scrutinized by the higher ups.”