Re: Sorting stuff with Sarah
She nearly threw her computer down the moment the doors exploded inward. As if she needed anything else to make her angry. "Why don't you plant your lips on the palest part of my backside Richard Stark. I don't have to talk to you anymore!"
She stormed past him into the store. "Why don't you leave me alone. And stop pretending you actually give a shit." Sarah couldn't help sound a little sullen.
She placed her laptop on a random table that littered the large room, much like other random odds and ends, covered in dust. Raising she pulled up a little antenna type gadget. "I want a full sweep of the whole place, inside walls to please. Don't ignore the organics." Just in case there were mice. After a second a threaded red beam spread from the top of the 'antenna' and began doing as she asked.