Sarah barged in the apartment, and she would have looked like a crazy woman to anyone that didn't know her. Or know what she could do, and what her deal was. She was decorated nearly head to toe in her home grown crystals. She had a headband made from them, a necklace threaded with more than a handful. They decorated nearly every one of her fingers, dangled from her ears, were sewn onto a belt, and even decorated the sandals on her feet. To throw off the 'crazy crystal lady' vibe she dressed herself in Boho-Chic. A bohemian skirt brushed her ankles, and a corseted peasant blouse clung to her middle.
She glanced back at the door after getting a brief look at Annie. "Sorry. I wasn't raised in a barn, I promise." She pulled out a very trusty thumb drive. It didn't backfire, or lose memory, it stored everything you wanted to on it.