Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

"Not unless you wish me to," Sarah tilted her head to the side and smiled cheekily at Hydra. Death was an old friend of hers. Call it the only god she truly believed to exist. It had not reaped her many times, when she had come close, which meant that there was still plenty of sand in her life-timer left and her wishes regarding ending her life were irrelevant. With all the misadventures of not-dying, Sarah had come to believe that the old black-clad skeleton with blue flame in it's eyes was watching her amusedly. Though, in all honesty, the fever was doing the talking, the flirting and - who would have thought - creative thinking.

The last thing she had expected was that Hydra would offer to join her ranks, therefore Sarah took it as another joke. She could not speak much for the Queen, but she was bad at joking and even worse at laughing in the right moment. She was notorious for missing punch-lines. But she agreed - joining with the enemy would be a far more hilarious tale than the other one. "Not yet. I will keep that offer in mind, though. Just in case," she replied diplomatically, thinking about Terance and would it really make a big difference, if she decided to live elsewhere. And if there was no difference, then why should she join any place at all? Why not be a lone wolf, face all the dangers of the world, but be true to herself? Pretending that she was okay and keeping her shit together was a daunting task and it was refreshing that with all her honesty and disrespectfulness to Hydra, she had been still deemed worthy to join her army.

"Sarah - family's name is no longer important and my full-name has never been used," she introduced herself.