For the second time in a very long day, Sara was an uncharacteristically easy-read. When Dom spoke of Devon in casual, dismissive terms, she took on a rare edge of severity, her eyes lighting with anger. How<em>dare</em>this murdering, raping bastard speak even speak his name? Her jaw set, teeth sinking in to her bottom lip at the mention of her mouth and Chris' alleged notice of it. She'd seen enough of his exploits with Noah to know<em>exactly</em>the intentions that compliment held.<br/><br/>Emotions raged a fiery battle against logic, but the latter managed to withstand the fray.<br/><br/>"<strong>He's alive, and he's coming back for me.</strong>" She answered quietly, though it was apparent he'd begun to drive a wedge of doubt into that certainty. Conscious of her wavering tone, she straitened herself, and aimed at imbuing her words with more confidence. "<strong>And I'd like to be here, and relatively... whole when he does.</strong>" Sara could not think of a better euphemism for 'not-raped-to-pieces'. She waited in a quiet that suggested she was ready for Dom to get at whatever he was building towards.