Usually, Sarah didn't like people touching her. It was a thing. She allowed hand shakes and stuff for the kids she met across the country, the ones like her with powers and stuff. But most of the time, she avoided physical contact.
It wasn't like that with Rachel though; these hugs are kind of the best thing since 'mom' hugs. Sarah smiled into Rachel's shoulder, her arms looping around Rach's waist for the quick hug -because she never held on too long and Sarah appreciated that Rachel didn't try.
Rolling her eyes, Sarah just peeking into the basket again. It wasn't like she hadn't eaten; they fed her on the plane, she'd had breakfast that morning, she'd even eaten some lunch the day before. But it wasn't as if she starved herself. Sometimes food just wasn't an option, so she'd steal a snack or two and roll with that for a day or so.
"Yes mom," it was an easy joke, even as Sarah turned a glare towards another of the Dutch folk leaving the terminal. "Holland is the Netherlands, right? And Amsterdam and all that. The places that global warming tells us will be flooded in ten more years, right?" She made a point of putting a hopeful note into her voice.