Sarah didn't have time to give him a puzzled look, because even as the man in front of her was speaking, there was a voice in her head – one she recognized without pause – chiming in at the same time.
Game? What are you talking about? Hang on - killing a demon.
Killing a demon. Sarah looked at Drax, looked around the bar and then looked back at him, finding what she all ready knew. No demons. None. Just people in a bar.
"Oh my God." Both hands came up to her face, still staring at Drax, skin coloring brightly even as she said the unnecessary. "You're not Peter."