Sarah suit opened wide letting her slide forward to her feet, and leave the suit behind. Sarah wasn't usually quite so, well, bold, with strangers, given that, as a pilot she'd always preferred a few inches of armor, or more, between her and those with guns, still, she couldn't see the harm, and the suit do follow her motions like a well trained puppy. All of it's systems were in a very real sense slaved to her own.<br/><br/>"Nobody is shooting anybody," said Sarah, half reassuring, half warning. She supposed it was slightly hypocritical of her to say so when her own right hand held a place on her hip very near the high-caliber sidearm newly strapped there. Her suit really was meant to protect her as well as let her fight. If it wasn't for the fact of her sleeping in the suit, for the sake of her still badly hurt body, she probably would've bothered to carry the weapon more often.<br/><br/>Sarah had to admit, the girl looked useful, though she knew that what she meant when she thought if her as useful, and what some of the others thought of, were severely different. Of course, she supposed she had to admit a gender bias on what she considered a 'use,' not that she would ever say that made her one iota less correct. She briefly let herself wonder what Kaneda's thoughts were. She'd considered softening up on him a bit, but she found him hard to read.