An older brother's nightmare Sarah definitely was. And it was pretty damn fun, if she could say so herself. There wasn't any chance that she'd change in the near future because, really, someone had to be the most badass of the McDermott siblings. "If you even considered asking anybody else, I'd have to knock some sense into you, obviously."
Okay, so maybe the universe wasn't ever in whack. Whatever. "If putting it in whack involves him getting his face rearranged, I think that's acceptable." And it sounded pretty fun. "Fine, fine. Though I say don't knock being a fugitive until you've actually tried it," Sarah said, not able to help but laugh a little bit. "But like I said, as long as I'm not already in jail, I'll crack the safe and come bail you out." And she would. Because their dad sure as hell wouldn't have done anything, which meant that their mom wouldn't be any help either.
She smirked at the mention of making him cringe a lot. "Of course I do. I wouldn't be a good little sister if I didn't want to make you cringe." She was glancing over the racks, seeing several things that would achieve that goal exactly. Or would give him a heart attack. Oh, this was gonna be fun. "Just know that you have brought this all upon yourself."