Sarah stared at him, feeling more on edge that she had ever imagined. The answering response in her to what he was saying scared he nearly witless. Perhaps she couldn't be blamed for reacting to being told she was far from common and ordinary, but it was his last words that caused the most unrest. This time Toby wasn't at risk, it was only her, and if there were other risks she couldn't tell. Short of the typical 'don't go places with creepy stalkers' argument, she was drawing a blank as to arguing back at the voice that told her it couldn't hurt to ask him what he was offering, that she didn't want to be in this apartment building or this place and he could be useful.
That voice was promptly gagged, but not before the distress reflected on her features. Her face had always been too expressive, even as she had matured, and knowing that fault, she turned away from him and purposely walked to pick up her boxes.
"I happen to like taking care of myself," she said, pulling the boxes back into her arms with a small struggle. And yes, perhaps the boxes were a shield for her, a barrier between herself and the danger his words put her in. "Independence is a good character trait, and I like working for what I have. So why don't you take yourself off to your next target and leave me alone."