The doorknob thing? Needless to say, it had been really fucking weird. Just like the whole thing with Nick lifting his couch. Sarah didn't comment on it, but it just drove home the point that there was definitely something off about Nick. Just like their was something apparently off with her and the fact that she'd been able to run so damn fast. But that wasn't at the forefront of her mind. She might not have been as pissed off as Nick was, but there was no doubting that she wasn't happy. Trusty Chuck Norris was balanced on her shoulder, more for show than anything else. Even if she didn't get to hit anybody with it, it felt good to have it in her hands. Though, when it came right down to it, it was a hell of a lot more fun to beat on someone with your own fists.
She was standing to the other side of Nick, just observing mostly. Something told her that she wouldn't actually have much part...not if her brother's currently level of rage had anything to say about it. But as long as the jackass got what was coming to him, did it really even matter? Not really. Her eyes followed Nick as he grabbed Bradbury up by the shirt and slammed him up against the wall. It didn't seem too out of the ordinary in the way of beating someone up. The punches had no way of not hitting their intended target. Sarah tried her best not to look at Rory, but the sound of his voice when he yelled...it tunneled through the anger. She kept watch to try and make sure that Lulu's rules were followed, but it didn't really seem like they were going to be if Nick kept on how he was going.
Wolf was the first one to say anything, and he was really making sense. Sarah wasn't scared of going to juvie. Being a minor had its perks. But it would royally suck if they all got arrested. "Yeah, Nick. Seriously. If the cops show up we're gonna end up having to haul ass to get out of here," her voice was loud to carry and even if it sounded mostly sure of what they were doing as a whole, there was still a bit of inflection there to make you believe otherwise.