<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The tart who offered herself now threatens if I try and rape her.  That's rich."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sarah was flush with embarrassment and anger when she answered Warren. “Funny how choking a bitch changes her opinion so fast, isn’t it, Sir?” she asked, her tone contemptuous. But she was reigning in her emotions as quickly as she could—now that she actively hated Warren, she would no longer allow herself the luxury of allowing him to see her weakness. She was enraged that he did not seem to care that she would now get much of the torture that would have gone Key’s way. Admittedly, Sarah was normally enough of a sap that she would volunteer to get tortured to save someone else. But when the decision was made for her in such a callous fashion she took offense. She waited until he had finished speaking to answer him again.<br/><br/>“I think our political officer would approve of the spirit of your decision if not its details, Lieutenant—if someone has to be tortured, shouldn’t it be the person least loyal to the state?” Her tone was strangely calm now, as if she were posing an ethical dilemma that had nothing to do with either of them. “With your permission, I’ll speak to Sergeant Paige about some sort of NCO training—even if this is a sham, I ought to have some idea of how to conduct myself. And if there’s nothing further, Sir, I would very much like to leave.” She eyed him in a seemingly detached fashion—all the same emotion was still there of course, it was just very well hidden now.