Anxiety and rage had narrowed to something sharp and focused by the time Sarah stepped into the alley by Wolfram & Hart, burning hot beneath the surface by controlled until it was needed. The time spent waiting had been spent alternately planning and practicing, stretching her powers as far as she could to rely on them as best as she was able. She'd even done things that thus far she hadn't even considered, because there hadn't been a need, until now.
But now she was ready to rescue her husband. That was the priority. If there was a chance to inflict damage and pain in retribution for what they had done, she would, but not at the expense of saving Peter. We're coming, Peter. We're coming to get you right now. Even now, she didn't know if the promises sent along the link she had with him were reaching him at all, but she prayed they were, so he would have that hope to hold on to while they tore the place apart, if necessary.
"I still think the Kevlar is extreme," she muttered as she tugged at the vest under the dark clothes she wore, but it was said mostly to herself. If magic failed, it meant there were still backup protections for injuries and backups for those backups in the blood she had stashed on her, among other weapons and defenses.