Well. Nothing like jumping right to the point. Sarah offered Angela a quirked smile for the accuracy of the guess. After a brief, only seconds-long, debate in which her spine threatened to slink off at the combined nervous punch of 'meeting the boyfriend's mother' combined with 'meeting Angela Petrelli', she moved to take the seat offered to her. The sword was laid across her lap, not collapsed, as this game was still ongoing even if it had moved to the office for now.
"Same with the sweetness, clearly it runs in the family," she said, her expression soft as it lingered on the office door, then she turned to face Angela, extending her hand. "And considering we haven't actually be introduced – I'm Sarah Williams. Sitter for the two pint-sized Star Wars fans, girlfriend of the older one being ambushed."